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Surrender to the Mystery

It’s hard when you live away from your home

Not the home where you’ve grown

But the one your heart knows

The places we’re born, some remain until death

 

But I know I will travel ‘til I find my rest

Expand all limits ‘til the final test

I don’t wanna catch the thing that I know lyin’

So I’ll chase that old dragon ‘til the end of crimes

For it’s not what you get at the end of your line

Nor the bait or the hooks or the length of the time

 

Most men know a relief from their defeat

And the bittersweet peace at the end of a feast

But that hunger will awake with the crow & the sun

As sure a some black hole is calling for everyone

 

Now I watch & wait & let the world come to me

I’ve got rot in my teeth and an ache in my knees

I ain’t crazy ‘cus I live with what I cannot see

And it takes all that I’ve got just to live peacefully

 

Beyond yesterday’s answer lies a deeper mystery

A body doesn’t have to move in order to be free

I surrender to the mystery so I can be free

I’ll surrender to the mystery so I can be free

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Thank You, Stranger

Not sure if you’ll see these words.

Maybe you’ll hear them indirectly,
perhaps it’ll ripple across the ether,
and play you a song.

Not all songs are beautiful.
Beauty is a subjective bitch.

To name something is to separate it
from ourselves.
Under this standing,
all becomes beautiful
& all becomes ugly.

When it comes to music,
which I believe to be the highest art form,
all life is dancing.
But who need know what I believe?
Belief is a humble elitist.

I report that which I perceive.
I cannot say I am able to separate
matters of soul from matters of psyche.
For all “we” know
about psyche and soul,
they may as well be interchangeable.

Words forget their own meaning
if you say them enough;
boundaries come lifted
as sense loses subjection
and grows into salience.

With that, I say
thank you, stranger.
Your donation makes it possible
for this to happen
as it nourishes my faith
in this experience.

“When everyone does better
everyone does better”,
I got that from a bumper sticker.
It seems to work
for me
and everyone.

I make it so
in the name of arbitrary humanity
and immaculate sensual misconception.
Cheers, brothers & sisters
the human family keeps me fed

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