the mindshift (my poetry)
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in my world freedom is found within, television is banned, and compassion is the new revolution. i am a seeker of truth and i am prepared to adjust my perspective to whatever that may be. i love truth without expectation and see the beauty in its constant expansion and change. i have discarded beliefs in the realization of the possiblity that comes in a world void of identification and expectation. i feel we will find true peace by outgrowing duality and embracing the collective exsistence of singularity, of oneness. perception is both the prison we live in and the key that can set of free. by accepting that much of this reality is illusion we can find a way to change our this physical reality. first we have to realize our true nature is not physical form. in the moment we embrace our formless exsistence our perception of time and space will begin to shift out of this dense vibration that duality holds us in. try and imagine a world without separation where every experience is in reach. when we are finally able to cut ties with the ego and its attachment to the illusion of past and future.
through being
not believing
by peace
not debate
with compassion
not desire
third dimensional truth
where ego feeds
in the past
in the future
always lost
realize but
never resist
accept but
never identify
experience but
never expect
one must wiggle
one must let go
to know your wieght
and how it flows
new paradigm
internal revolutionary
this is multisensory
discarding preoccupations
for the eternal,
the interdimensional
~~~~
ego holds purpose
but to push you
from its clutches
into souls embrace
~~~~
inside breaking
not down
but through
shifting and shaping
spirit from growing view.
why two must be three (to be) read.,.in alignment with the hum of is...ness
this world mystifies me...
you seek clarity?
you seek enlightenment?
you seek the unraveling?
the ever incessant paranormal
while here it sits
obviously teaching me
without a word of zen
without a word of wisdom
but through pure astonishment
that which i will,
despite the advice,
i will give in.
where sits two
a man wants...
perhaps he
even needs
three to be
...to be his reality.
not a guarntee
in a world that
finds scracity in abundance
we sit how long
in absurdity
where life is here
we are living
we have created
we carry it all
i mean to say
we carry all creation
on our backs
seeking...
back is sore
journey placqued with
what seems neverending
cuz the finish
is at the start.
