July 17th

Don’t become too happy 

Don’t forget what’s wrong in your life

That familiar bittersweet taste of self proclaimed problems

The in-house draught

If you keep drinking it, you’ll keep making it, and we can ride this train of thought to it’s final destination

This sweet nectar needs to be stirred consistently

Keep your palette clear of other flavors so your tastebuds can remain sensitized to it

Don’t go getting off the train to breathe in the warm air of summers flowers 

Or opening the windows at night to let the cool breeze in

If you must take a break from stirring, make it quick

If you must sit and rest and feel in to the reality of your life,

To connect with your body, your mind, your soul, and the world of possibilities around you

Take the minimum amount of acceptable time and take five minutes less than that,

Ensure you don’t disrupt this delicate and traditional process, lest you forget what you were put on this Earth to do

July 8th

This ego takes up precious space

It fills up the room of my life with useless furniture

Blocking the view from my windows, covering the floor with old clothes

It uses a single trick with astonishing reproducibility,

A conviction of urgency and significance.

Cycling through all of the possible reasons to keep propping things up against the walls, 

Refabricating them endlessly and counting on me to overlook the repetitiveness and fragility of its justifications

It will do anything it can to keep me in this trance,

Because it knows that the moment I come to my senses, it won’t have a place to live.

May 10th

If your mind was like the Earth,

The ground would the Base, 

The vast spacious awareness able to house all experiences,

Without preference, spanning in all directions and supported by a hard and impenetrable core. 

 

If your mind was like the Earth,

The flora and landscapes would be the components of your unique personality,

Rooted terrains that have established themselves and stood the test of time, 

That differ from one world to another, and help direct the way that energy flows.

 

If your mind was like the Earth, 

The clouds would be your pre-thoughts,

A field of potentiality storing latent energy, both to occlude the incoming sun and to bring down rain, snow, and lighting, when the conditions present themselves.

 

If your mind was like the Earth,

The sun would be the Truth,

The immutable field of power cradling and nourishing the growth of your inner being,

Without which the Base would be barren,

A light which is only covered superficially and temporarily by the clouds.