Run after yourself.
Chase your own tail.
Catch that which cannot be caught.
Turn towards your own self,
and find that which does not turn.
When will you see
the walls you *****
around your own heart
keep you imprisoned
captive by belief?
In setting the mind free
the heart soars.
When the heart soars
there are no use for walls.
What mast can I cast
a rope towards
to open the sails
in a windless sea?
To what dock can I stop
and secure a ship
that is in the middle
of the ocean?
What ground can I lay
foot on when everything
is shimmering beneath me?
This mind is like a bird
without branch to rest.
Where then does one
take refuge?
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Run after yourself.
Chase your own tail.
Catch that which cannot be caught.
Turn towards your own self,
and find that which does not turn.
When will you see
the walls you *****
around your own heart
keep you imprisoned
captive by belief?
In setting the mind free
the heart soars.
When the heart soars
there are no use for walls.
What mast can I cast
a rope towards
to open the sails
in a windless sea?
To what dock can I stop
and secure a ship
that is in the middle
of the ocean?
What ground can I lay
foot on when everything
is shimmering beneath me?
This mind is like a bird
without branch to rest.
Where then does one
take refuge?
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