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So much information out there Bombarded by information What am I to believe? So many people with an agenda With a motive for their point of view So many wanting to gain or maintain power Who do I believe? It seems More and more I can only believe in myself My body For truth is in the body Every thought Every sensation Every emotion Those are the facts of me I can be certain of those Not that they are true But they are true that they came to be Behind all these thoughts Feelings Emotions There is a viewer An observer That which is not me Prior to the thought of me Apriori It is the place of non being The place where all of this This world These facts These gestures of humanity Are born of When I sit quiet I feel this truth But as soon as I try to reveal it to you It’s gone Like a bird when I reach out to catch it It Flys away just out of reach
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Apriori
So much information out there Bombarded by information What am I to believe? So many people with an agenda With a motive for their point of view So many wanting to gain or maintain power Who do I believe? It seems More and more I can only believe in myself My body For truth is in the body Every thought Every sensation Every emotion Those are the facts of me I can be certain of those Not that they are true But they are true that they came to be Behind all these thoughts Feelings Emotions There is a viewer An observer That which is not me Prior to the thought of me Apriori It is the place of non being The place where all of this This world These facts These gestures of humanity Are born of When I sit quiet I feel this truth But as soon as I try to reveal it to you It’s gone Like a bird when I reach out to catch it It Flys away just out of reach
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JackBronson
40/M/California
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
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