We fabricate reason for everything Available is a toolbox of any reason Irrationality and reason run neck on neck
Category Archives: self-realization
~source unknown
read what you write
understand what you read
wonder wherefrom it comes
Hoarding
Me, me, me!
A contemporary slogan.
The subconscious, ‘very consciously’ ordering to hoard:
as much as we can,
as often too,
even forecasting the requirement of such self-benefiting actions
and somehow making everything right to achieve such,
ruthlessly adamant in its resolve.
Just look around.
Yeah, me too, also hoarding.
Why?
Is it for security and survival? Is it out of fear? Is out of hedonism?
Manic hoarding? Creative hoarding? Instinctual hoarding? … ???
Hoarding is a ‘feasting’ while the possibility exists, regardless (most are unaware of any impact during the quixotic rush) as long as the feast can continue.
It probably is a constitutional right too, wrapped into another layer of words for some clever jurist to unravel.
Premise
That
what you say you are
you are not.
Now,
go critique yourself.
(Find who you really are, and who you are not,
and be Criti Cally)
base it on That premise and not on what you say you are.
Thought-stream turbulence ahead!
It's like wearing a garment inside out, for the utter change of it and accompanying perspective and revelation. You should never have to do it you should only want to do it. Have a look at the 'what' and 'who' now.
forever in teens
man in dream
his dragon still loose
new and old as time
~ Chill&engage
Haiko is in Magenta
Prelude and epilogue is in Black
Think about it. --- Life is not about chilling.
You can slow life to a chill If you want Otherwise, engage action
Write, compose, create, talk, jump, do, enjoy, live Pleasure it.
If you burn it, life returns it
*Picture: Pvt collection: Ron Landless' entrance gate, Landless Corner, Zambia
~ unfree
~ Egenda
~ Carpetality 7-5-7
Peace and Chaos
Serene,
symmetrical,
matching colours,
and pleasing outlines.
Mentality expressed in carpet choice.
Confused arrangement, odd shapes and clashing colours.
of did and didn’t do
A few times he did
Many times he didn’t
He doesn’t know why
He had his cry
A grown-up kid
Oh Lord forbid
Still doing what he didn’t
and what he did
Reading this stirs me to choose
This is what I want to do:
Change my old pair of shoes!
Do better
and less of what doesn’t matter
Look ahead, ’cause looking back
always puts me off track
Express what I think
so it doesn’t make anyone flinch
Know you some more
Move on from before
Dance in your joy
Be your happy boy
Embrace your love
Treat you like a dove
Listen when you call
Stop playing only my ball
Understand your pain
Empathy doesn’t shame
Feel your need
and not misread
Explore your dreams
Bathe in your light beams
Unite against your fears
Pioneer your frontier
Join you in distress
Help clear away the mess
Be your other side
A backup on your ride
Return your touch
My senses never get too much
Explore your passion
Confession beneath layered fashion
Answer your questions
Provide some suggestions
Disperse your pain
like blades of a weathervane
Sing along your song
professing loud and strong
Taste your tears
The sweetest salt is here
Treasure your laugh
with full measures, not half
Smile when you smile
mile after mile
Take your hand
Together we stand
Hold you close
Let other’s say “look at those”
Watch you dance
Your movement is my trance
Kiss you to sleep
That’s so romantique
Scent your hair
Stoke this affair
Catch you looking at me
Crazy, like the sting from a fairy bee