A period of searching lead me to many conclusions one of which I expressed in this poem.
Relentlessly, consistently living; in wishing.
It's calming to know life and that it is, is all I make it.
I affirm this, I choose 'this'.
This 'is', 'this' is; not a belief – a position I need to defend.
This is knowledge, more, it understands and that it is empowering,
Gaining and never lacking.
Life is not tracking and training, rather being and doing.
People hear what is said and watch the screaming unsaid.
Life is nothing.
Nothing is a priceless achievement.
'This' 'is' opinion, not a reunion of belittlement and defence.
Bulletin: this is not a defence!
Presently is power-full thus I am power;
For now becomes being- is being!
Choice is not alternate, freedom is non optional.
Inside this universe there is no pain.
It's clear, 'this' shouldn't and 'it' wouldn't.
Within boundaries of distinction there are decisions, precisions.
Opinions' openness is overwhelmingly suffocating with clarity and lacks bias.
Expecting them to and give nothing with which to?
That word is compulsory is choices truth- my truth.
That truth is a version creates for me never disappearing.
As I thought this, I create this.
That identity is silly leaves me freely abundant.
Possibility is no longer unreality.
I get 'it': that 'THIS' IS IT; THAT I AM CREATED AND IN IT, CREATION.
Amen: let 'it' be.
Poetry by Cugu
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Written on 2009-09-02 at 17:41
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I get it!
I 'should' all over myself.Relentlessly, consistently living; in wishing.
It's calming to know life and that it is, is all I make it.
I affirm this, I choose 'this'.
This 'is', 'this' is; not a belief – a position I need to defend.
This is knowledge, more, it understands and that it is empowering,
Gaining and never lacking.
Life is not tracking and training, rather being and doing.
People hear what is said and watch the screaming unsaid.
Life is nothing.
Nothing is a priceless achievement.
'This' 'is' opinion, not a reunion of belittlement and defence.
Bulletin: this is not a defence!
Presently is power-full thus I am power;
For now becomes being- is being!
Choice is not alternate, freedom is non optional.
Inside this universe there is no pain.
It's clear, 'this' shouldn't and 'it' wouldn't.
Within boundaries of distinction there are decisions, precisions.
Opinions' openness is overwhelmingly suffocating with clarity and lacks bias.
Expecting them to and give nothing with which to?
That word is compulsory is choices truth- my truth.
That truth is a version creates for me never disappearing.
As I thought this, I create this.
That identity is silly leaves me freely abundant.
Possibility is no longer unreality.
I get 'it': that 'THIS' IS IT; THAT I AM CREATED AND IN IT, CREATION.
Amen: let 'it' be.
Poetry by Cugu
Read 333 times
Written on 2009-09-02 at 17:41
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