A young disciple of discipline is just, trying to dissipate negative traits. Hesitations of change are often in frame but most balloons don't fly straight. Instead there's the choice of multiple fates, played upon through invisible games. Who is listening, we're nowhere near finished yet, when the drifter remains in stages to claim.
Draw upon those who have taught you before, are these new lessons or echoes restored in repetition. Persistent tricks formed from stubborn habits, hidden in-kind to the back of our brains, where a complete disregard is often retained. Try observing yourself through the eyes of others, are you sure we're the same when shuffling states.
Snow. White, fluffy, wet. Snow. Smiles, laughs, joy. Snow. Air, ice, clouds. Snow. Every flake is unique on it's own. Snow. Apart as but together make tons. Snow. Schools are out, students are about. Snow. Cars are sliding, trucks are providing. Snow. Roads are frozen, salt is spreadin'. Snow. You are the reason why I stay in the- Snow.
I made this in the middle of my first period class. Hope you enjoy! <3
Beyond meaning, and the Eternal Beauty breathes through me. The difference between those who have found no meaning or care for no meaning, and I who go beyond meaning isn't important. But is apparent in their manifest mindfulness.
How can an understanding raised and developed with words cognize what is beyond words? How can attention directed from an infantile stage be made aware "beyond direction"? As the very word 'beyond' gives meaning and direction.
Thought will ever meander in these webs if it is not given a sound as a vehicle to harmoniously dive beyond these intricacies. Whoever gives you this sound will be in charge of your dive. My sound is thus spontaneous. Like scatting with soothing syllables. A silent mind is defective because thoughts form, which is fine if you want to know your thoughts. But since thoughts continue to arise, the mind naturally wishes to siphon them off to return to silence. The siphoning itself creates a mental frequency. ... "Selling" sounds to think is like moving thought from the ground to flying into outer space.
Any way to teach meditation is obsolete when the mind changes. The teachings are relative though they speak of spiritual matters. It is every person's unique journey, meditation is. Thus, I come back to "just observe".
I have grown to be unknown invisible like the dew hiding behind buildings and gliding through passages. My charm is as un-noticed as the workshop apprentice, my words unheard, voice absurd to the premeditated busy man briskly moving through the crowd. I myself collate my actions, but for anyone to give a deeper glance well I just leave that upto chance.