is it the enemy or the inner me?
the voice outside which chides my pride !
yet : the thunder and tide reside within my subconscious and it is there / where i spin.
sensations breaking down as ‘sin stations’
locations wherein the wrong, is corrected by a meditative song
uncontrolled by the thoughts which leave and awake
many unresolved cookies going unbaked
but what does that mean for the batter ?
constantly flowing with chatter and fuss.
a matter of the people or an individualized us?
this is of correspondence: appealing onto the skin but also the thing which rings within – by exposing slices of infinity
we are then able to locate the vicinity of divinity.
and if my heart had hands ? they’re lifted!
but if my eyes had arms? they’ve already sifted
_ through all the jargon that liberal stems wish i’d pardon
however i’m much too stained : with every fragrance of their name.
to every disdain, i refuse to remain in the boat rolling afloat, to the stream of capitalist and imperialist psychological warfare !
whichever our affair, we must still prepare forward with an objective – sure to win! this is to no end as both, the enemy and inner me – can be observed and become silently unnerved.
to the enemy or inner me : one must be equanimous observing so that we don’t react : for the universal act is ‘The Law of Impermanence’ everything is constantly changing (by rising and passing away) & with this sentiment remaining true, may we step forward by examining our vibrations casting away the old and new, holding onto only the present ‘you’.