Indistinguishably Fresh

Every day I wake up fresh
Which depending on my mood
Might mean being quite stale.
The burden of choice only recognized
When I chose outside of my pattern;
A choice to be made noticed
Or long ago choice remembered.
Regular surrender to the status quo,
Usually,
Except for right now
Except for right here.
I can feel creativity swirling inside
Certainly everything I’ve tried
Was necessary but not sufficient.
Mine the past for a new trajectory,
Hypothesize being wise
And experiment my effect.
A patience virtuoso
Rushing cautiously to the starting line.
My own private Frankenstein
Living proof of life
Indistinguishable from the rest.

The Ignorance Between

Here is my mind
Here is my body
Each a specific
instance of the other
Thought of feeling
Feeling of thought
Pain of fear
Fear of pain
Love of lust
Lust for love
I can't explain it
I can barely feel
myself think

Hypocrisy

It's almost that time of year for me to remind myself of what I know and refresh the faculties of insight. My yearly Mecca which started at Suttama and continued at Surabhi is looking to be at Dhara this coming January. Submitting the application is part of a clarity that is coming over me. Perhaps I will once again walk the walk that I so love to talk.