in decision

sitting aloft gorging on but feed fat with content facts only false life a wasted speck in space and time most immeasurable i sit silently enjoying my mind, too much traveling from past through future  at each point trying to let go some more to not want desire feel tripping along the journey happy and free i am me and?

Darkened through shadows thought A life in a time not felt honest I become confused Unable to see myself My heart Belief Simple time in now shows me full Of life Of time Of happiness The sounds of life resound around me

i'm not lost only looking saddened by this world, human existence, that we live within now feeling a small path will make a big difference wanting our need for a symbiotic relationship to be forthgiving seeing shapes given over to each material being i feel forgiven pleaded upon though to make a change never feared of, for time will eliminate our hope will only stretch us so far without realisation we will be lost

to realise that letting go is simply being within moments this second and beyond. a moment is so deep held for eternity awoken to happiness open to the all truly alive honest strong encapsulated by the breath, the senses not wanting of past or future to only be

stopped  for a moment feeling life now no thought no mind all emotions emptied lost a wholesome freedom from the electric noise going on without knowing elapsed separated full the desire to be sharing drawn hopping gayly ever the fool

making shapes at will own forms from a taught paradigm shifting, feeling momentum is forward is it to know. would you? i? why? if its motion exists, allow it foward or back it shall be learning from each moment, irrespective of time passing holding to knowledge over life shaped by it all, free to know

a mind like a shadowed sky sitting beneath it seeking only blue clarity, emptiness, vast a wandering thought taken by many seeking emptiness, knowing wanting is the cause of pain mistrust of confusion no diligence, no patience, not enough practice caught in this time, in this place, seeking only the past freedoms of thought rhythm of solitude to assume it would be easier perhaps that is