I stood by the fence and watched my thoughts try to navigate,
the persistence of one realm had me investigate,
just how deep this mental addiction had taken root,
just how hard its has been to take a different route.
Have I solely existed as mind?
Have I failed to mine the resources of a different kind?
I conclude that I am stuck on an intellectual world,
one of less action and more words,
more philosophies that try to explain life,
the infinite search for more truths to the lies, more lies to the truths:
the search for meaning- life’s meaning
like its something tat can be found without; like its something that is out there and cant be grasped
in the confines of self and thus seek help
from avocation, from a religion, from a relationship…
Heck about to spasm,cant help but contend this thoughts, swinging left till I swing right,
but mind is supreme and you cant box with god, thus i return to where it all begun, secretly acknowledging the fact
“Man makes or breaks himself in the confines of his mind,”
I am slowly then baking, a balance of some sort, a balance of some kind
a perfect shrine, mind, body and soul
I hope you do too.
Balance was written by a friend who passed away sometimes last year. I hope to share some of his words because he was an amazing writer.