LordofallHumans

"We're not from the left, we're not from the right, We're from the bottom, and we're coming for those on top"

Those that care laugh, Otherwise it's tears...

I first met Buddha by the door, Silent, asking nothing... Sitting, smiling... Holding the door open... To any and all... Buddha just a doorstop.

My ego needs to feed. My mind needs to read. Tired eyes see. I want the world to see my greatness. I want the wordless explained. Looking for a pat on the head. Seeking validation. Seeking valid validation? Am I just insane? Do I care? Am I aware? Tired eyes... thousand mile stare.

Muse me to solitude. Words tired, tied to silence. Questions, rise and fall. Answers, a bitter taste. Where is happiness? Among the crowded street. Me, muse to solitude. No questions, answers. Just dances as the river giggles.

Submission... Leaves one wordless... Words are swimming upstream... The flow takes me... No need for words. Why do I keep writing??? A landmark to retrospect.

Dirty words try to describe the clear window pane. Witnessing without words... The self with out description... Sight seen through the pane of existence...

The pursuit of happiness... Mostly pursuit...

Count your blessings, name them one by one... "What are some things life has given you?" Fear Obsessions Addictions Cynicism Trust issues Health problems Pain Phobias Loneliness Isolation False expectations Shame Angst Bitterness Anger Frustration Cruelty Impatience Resentment Egotism Impairments Comparison Impulse control issues Poor judgment Rejection Vindictiveness Cravings for dominance Manipulative power Prejudices Arrogance Unfulfillable longings Anxiety Disappointment Emptiness Despair "What has religion given you?" What do you mean by "religion"? Do you mean my church family? Do you mean the church itself? Do you mean my own beliefs? Or do you mean what most people mean nowadays: The dogma of my faith? Dogmas have largely confused me, Especially the impractical ones. I was shielded from most of the dumb ones, Like "Women can't lead worship ceremonies" Or "If you make it to Heaven And someone you love isn't there, You forget they ever existed." God gave me my parents Who

dear cat, your fur is so adept at repelling water that on this rainy day when i picked you up and pressed my cheek against your back my face received a small shower

I don't feel like it Never used to count As a justified reason for a choice Instead I'd force my no into a yes By a thousand papercuts of rationalizations Turns out this takes a toll on the body As well as the soul Now that mortality comes closer I Begin to see the valid finality in No thanks, not for me

Injustice begets T-r-a-u-m-a Unprocessed trauma begets Injustice The negative feedback loop defining so much of humanity Where's the agency here? Where lies the escape from inevitability? Between the act of traumatization and the choice to process trauma. That is true healing. Not only for oneself But for the world. Heal. Step out of the cycle and into Yourself.

(meditation on a well-known koan) "When I began, mountains were mountains..." In the dawn of whole and hearty youth, ideals were as real, realer than anything. No matter my limitations, I knew there was time. I jumped into anything, For the sake of a rhyme. From rose-tinted irises drunken with longing, Almost any cause appeared worthy. "After I time, I realized mountains were not in fact mountains..." Disillusion comes to those who pour and pour without looking What it is they are pouring the blood of their souls into. Even the wisest decanter ruby crimson into muddy puddles In the hope of communing with the sea. The fruit of their veins Clouds the ground, then dissipates without a sound. Was this what I fought for all this time? How pointless indeed. "In the end, I looked again, and saw mountains were truly mountains..." These are days that force the question: What matters most to you? How will you keep it alive? Life is truly life. It does not continue without effort. So go,

If I could be a thing of air I'd be a spider's silk, made of gossamer and moonlight, squeezed from thyme and buttermilk. I'd give up all my worries and go sail across the sky then relinquish all my tethers just to see how far I'd fly. I'd converse with every fluffy cloud then surf across the dunes, and if I was feeling lonely I'd go banter with the moon. I'd sweep across the seven seas to sleep beneath the stars, with no fanfare-and without care- -I'd leave the earth for Mars. I'd roll out of the Milky Way to find the end of time then I'd turn to face the universe and scratch out one last rhyme. But I'm not a thread of spider's silk I'm human; off-the-rack, if I get the urge to disappear I hope someone holds me back.

I know, I know: You did not like my gift. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be honest. (I guess no one's ever read Proverbs 12:1...)

Look beyond the oneness Look towards the gateless gate It is there you’ll meet your reflection And shatter the mirror of the mind A million suns, a million universes Who knows how many there have been In this vast ocean of being Do not waste effort trying to grasp them