Become a verb

If I could be me

As much as a tree trees

How wonderful life could be

 

Nature exists in perfection. It becomes the verb of itself. A tree trees, air airs, earth earths, fire fires. They perfect what they are supposed to be. If we as individuals take ourselves as a verb and perfect the being that we are, then great heights we can reach and wonder of all ages we can see. If only we can commit to be the verb of our being.

Normal Does Not Exist

There is no such thing as normal

Just acceptable and unacceptable levels of insanity

Who determines that is a mystery

We don’t know where we came from or where we are going. So could there actually be a thing called normal? Is the person who douses themself in drugs and alcohol normal because they can’t stand the insanity?

Or is the person who walks on and  ignores the insanity in a sober state normal? There is no such thing as normal and supposed to be … don’t you believe?  So if there is no normal, it means you must must be exactly who you are.

That is the only thing the universe expects you to be. A 100 percent expression of you.

Awareness

It is strange to be a creature

aware of it’s own demise ….

 

Do you ever think about the fact that one day you will not be?

The very thought can suck the air and induce crazy thoughts

That is likely why most choose to be bossed

A fake security to make meaning of being lost

In the meaningless matter

Without ever trying to make anything better

It is not all lost you see

The messages we receive are just drugs and seeds

The real sits inside you and me

There are no rulers and givers of good

Just one who exists and one can make things be

You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Thought of Woke One

 

The ways of the world makes no sense

Sometimes I want to escape myself

Hover high above

And wait for something else

 

Sometimes … well a lot of the time, our world just seems lie a meaningless bump on a log. Actually a bump on a log might have more purpose.

You wake up – get out there. And then wonder what it’s all really even about.

I don’t know.

Let’s just create art, perhaps it will bring beauty to the nonsensical.

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The ways of the world make no sense. Joti Heir

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