Whilst drowning on one thought Sitting in front of my laptop For a moment I lift my gaze Who catches the beautiful patterns the clouds make in the early evening sky Why obsess about the one thing that didn't go my way today? I ask myself When my world is full of wonders And while contemplating the vastness and awesomness of the world and the Universe I remember what I have most at hand Me
Three green leaves
I held you tight
Under the sun
and in the stormy weather
As seasons change
You gradually transform into
Beautiful bright colors
Getting ready to
Free yourselves from my grip
and graciously fly with the wind
In the meantime
I am thankful for each moment
I can still hold you
Close to me
Passing judgement
just like passing gas
starts by
ingesting something
the [beliefs] system does not tolerate
it -ego - gets bloated
and out comes the stench,
or even worse,
it stays
panifuly rumbling in the mind
Just like with diet
the pain is avoided
by mindfuly choosing
which thoughts we feed us with
Observe the beliefs system at the source of the judgement
and don't allow them to bloat the mind
Trying to hold it all together to do ‘a good job’ The family work marriage belly in And you hold in breath tears rage at times loosing your sense of sanity You spread yourself So thin That you are nowhere To be seen Hold yourself Exhale Relax the grip The whole world is not for you to hold
Facing the overgrown weed
The task feels overwhelming
Where to start?
Which one to pull out?
Sudden doubt
This weed is actually pretty
And it serves its purpose too
Varied flowers of different colors
Some are edible too
I finally squat
Choosing one to start with
As my hands move carefully
The task gets easier
Almost instinctively
I move to the next one
and the next one after that
Until after a while I look back
And can see the difference
Squatting and kneeling on the ground
Can’t help but think of the mess in my mind
Like the weed, grown uncontrollably
Away from my attention
Sometimes so dense that I feel stuck
With the constant practice
The ability comes
To pull
One by one
From the root
The weed in my head
So when I sit
That seed
That is inside me
Can finally
Breathe
A Truth Seeker's Journal 