The din rises and surrounds me.
Complaints and feelings and judgements and hate.
Everyone hurts, at least a little.
And so I stretch and I climb.
Petty ideas and rigid mindsets
disassemble easily in the face of extremity.
Every thing someone wants me to invest into,
I can sling shot at that.
The true test of mettle.
You’ll never know how strong something is
until you push it to the breaking point.
This is true of ideas, things, ethos and people.
The Face of Extremity will undress anything.
My can crusher of Enlightenment.
Clatter beckons at my knee; I reach for limb and pull.
The noise has always bothered me; the annoyance and distraction.
I used to be impatient with it.
But right now it simply falls away.
My ears and eyes and heartbeat only have room for Now.
Purity, truth, honor, love.
The gap that swallowed me whole.
One heartbeat. And two.
Who knew faith required a plastic mind?
Written 03-18-2017, 02:48am
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