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Something to be learned From my gut But focus too hard and that tension will cause my gut to shut the **** up. And sometimes I want it But until I listen I know I stay haunted By a gut that churns and yearns to upchuck the truth. Just learn the truth! It burns in you! But still I tense and squeeze and search for keys Search for meaning, search and plead We make believe while our guts clench and scream You are the truth! Its only you! And its only me Because we cause what we see Just like the fish cause the sea And the sea caused the fish In an age old wish for self You see identity just builds itself It has no real base in some impermeable self Its the illusion of self That swells from relation Because yours is not mine and Mine is not yours But apart from all this: nothing is sure! We’re a network of cells distinguished by traits But we form one big gut because we’re one in the same.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
My Gut
Something to be learned From my gut But focus too hard and that tension will cause my gut to shut the **** up. And sometimes I want it But until I listen I know I stay haunted By a gut that churns and yearns to upchuck the truth. Just learn the truth! It burns in you! But still I tense and squeeze and search for keys Search for meaning, search and plead We make believe while our guts clench and scream You are the truth! Its only you! And its only me Because we cause what we see Just like the fish cause the sea And the sea caused the fish In an age old wish for self You see identity just builds itself It has no real base in some impermeable self Its the illusion of self That swells from relation Because yours is not mine and Mine is not yours But apart from all this: nothing is sure! We’re a network of cells distinguished by traits But we form one big gut because we’re one in the same.
Wrote this a few months back. What it meant to me then is different than what it means to me now... My 'gut' is the natural flow, the flowing of my actions as part of the whole, but often my mind thinks and thinks and thinks it knows better. Thinks and fights. And thats when we lose our true Sight.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
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