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More Lies
Sometimes I say I’m going to meditate
at three in the morning even though I’m not a monk
but because I feel like I was one in a past life.
I’ve always thought so, ever since I started saving bugs.
Today, for example, I stopped a fight in the hallway not to punish
the kid doing the beating, but out of compassion for the one being pulverized.
Someone might ask in which monastery I was secluded,
under which swami I studied. I like to envision all of my possessions
in a pile outside. Burning. So they can see the smoke in India.
I carry my yoga mat everywhere just in case I get tagged
in one of those stop drop and yoga things
online. I like a place where my thoughts are separate from my body.
I once meditated for two lifetimes. I was even in a trance while urinating--
I often have to pee. My instructor says
focus on an image and mentally repeat a mantra. *so hum.* I zoom in on a toilet.
Someone who is thinner than me unrolls her yoga mat
next to mine. It’s pink and has lines that mark
how you should place your body.
All of her fingers have rings. The room is dark and musty.
As we breathe in we acknowledge any thoughts that enter our mind, and with each exhale let them go.
Any one of them could be you.
Note: This draft is from a workshop writing prompt I did that was modeled after Karin Gottshall's poem, More Lies
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Self portrait, Art 161, Spring 2011, Minolta X7000
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I am what I am. Who I am. No matter what you say I am. I can't put myself down in words if I tried. And neither can you. Nor should we try. For I am everything at once. And nothing at all. I'm not the best, though sometimes I get carried away in narcissism.. but I'm pretty good; usually. I'm not the worst, though often I fear I might be.. but I can be quite horrendous; at times. Yes I've got my set of strengths, things I'm good at.. but I don't let that get to my head. Well I try. Yes I've got my flaws, my weaknesses.. but I don't let that get me down. Well.. I try. I am my own best friend, and worst enemy. I am my biggest fan... And critic. I am both a dream come true, and living nightmare. Not too good, not too bad. Not too happy, and not too sad. I am just... me. Of course I'm special, outstanding.. In my own unique way. I'm the best me there ever was! Like nobody else.. A class apart.. But so are you, I hope you know that. Wait, DO you know that?.. Do you know you're special? Exactly just how you are? Did you know you are the best... you? Did you realise comparisons don't matter? Whether you're tall or short, fat or skinny, boy or girl, black or white, smart or stupid, young or old. It doesn't matter! There is only one you. There will never be another one like you. Only you can be you. And you ARE! Right now! Own it. Breathe it. Exude it. Flaunt it. Be yourself. Believe in yourself. For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. ift.tt/2qDMoiC Tags: #existential, #existentialism, #existentialist, #life, #existence, #wisewords, #wisdom, #lifequotes, #lifehacks, #lifelessons, #beyourself, #selfhelp, #selflove, #believeinyourself, #believe, #self, #justdoit, #yolo, #special, #unique, #myself, #dontgiveup, #nevergiveup, #poetry, #poetsofig, #poetrycommunity, #poetsofinstagram, #original, #help, #instapoetry.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2s3gzRS.
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Soles of feet keep up with Tides
Bubbles are sacred spheres of air and water
blown by laughter.
On a lake on a mountain
Under skies, walking onward
the earth is round
I have found what was lost
exhumed shot down on your birthday
of the first, no plan foretold
of the next to nothing fold, of the pages
of the path, of the steep and hot and cold
All was spun from silken words
and nettle rash and singing birds.
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Be greeted psychoneurotics! For you see sensitivity in the insensitivity of the world, uncertainty among the world's uncertainties. For you often feel others as you feel yourselves. For you feel the anxieties of the world, and its bottomless narrowness and self-assurance. For your phobia of washing your hands from the dirt of the world, for your fear of being locked in the world's limitations, for your fear of the absurdity of existence. For your subtlety in not telling others what you see in them. For your awkwardness in dealing with practical things, and your practicalness in dealing with unknown things, for your transcendental realism and lack of everyday realism, for your exclusiveness and fear of losing close friends, for your creativity and ecstasy, for your maladjustment to that "which is" and adjustment to that which "ought to be", for your great but unutilised abilities. For the belated appreciation of the real value of your greatness which never allows the appreciation of the greatness of those who will come after you. For your being treated instead of treating others, for your heavenly power being forever pushed down by brutal force; for that which is prescient, unsaid, infinite in you. For the loneliness and strangeness in your ways. Be greeted! (Written by Kazimierz Dąbrowski, Polish psychologist, psychiatrist, and physician) For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. Tags: #existential, #existentialist, #existentialism, #life, #lifelessons, #depression, #mentalhealth, #mentalillness, #mentalhealthawareness, #psychology, #writersofinstagram, #writerscommunity, #poetry, #poetsofig, #poetsofinstagram, #poetrycommunity, #depressionquotes, #gifted, #wordporn, #writing, #mind, #psycho, #manic, #depressed, #wisewords, #bipolar, #bipolardisorder, #support, #anxiety, #healing.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2uAVXhZ.
When frozen, time congeals to a globule
Reduced to a colony, a causal lump
Casually inflicting numbest mumps glistening,
inconspicuously alarming, dangerously disarming
especially to those who are Neither, Nor Plump.
Scientifically it responds in the oppressors favour,
trampling the fittest in its path
leaving its own body-parts cooling
Disfunctional but ignited in the hearth
Bleeding to succeed.
To be classified as weed.
Less commonly consumed as feed.
We were raised and in praise of respectable greed.
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