base head down, head on down
to the side of ultra indubious dispositions. Along the mode of thoughts and wishes parallel to prevail passing opportunities. The road is winding, breaking, exalting, stagnant.
YET –
a constant transmutation
(render reality’s fallen soldiers in waking state amidst their dreams).
To begin with the mundane nature of things I would like to say that I am going to indulge on a 60 day challenge. Created around what I know is feasible for me yet still a challenge in and of its existence. It is the challenge of a spiritual and physical kind, daily meditation/stretching, 6-day-a-week solid workout, cutting out of sugars/additives/cheese, drinking a gallon of water every day. An overall plan for prosperous being both mentally and physically. As my birthday is imminent with only 3 days left, I can’t help but wonder what contributions i will make to life as this next chapter ensues. Or at least another step towards the sunset that will eventually mark an end to my days, in this physical atmosphere. I want to always remain true to my situation, even solicit a bit of masochism as a constant reminder that I am alive, I want to do this in a positive manner. I find it hard to comprehend precisely how circumstances can present themselves as they do, and the effects their countenance inhibits. But, what I can grasp is a natural need for something more – far beyond what could possibly be attained by myself in the current state. A necessity of openness and logic I do not possess. A transmutation of potential to kinetic Karuna. A simple passageway through the visage of gallows embodying the rusted mouse trap constructed by the very people we hold in such adoration and jovial rapport. To reach an echelon of inner peace, would be so nice. But I do fear will letting go of the demons take away a piece of myself – as to say. Is it really so bad to be…so bad?
I’m not sure. But I am in a state of change.
Perpetuate. everything that means a breath to you. next to you. won’t sweat in two, another piece of the puzzle. bi(part)isan. delineation of what desires we hold. living life in the back beats of bold, repping thine true self ’til old. not necessarily in numerical nature, but perhaps in the season of what is the space between the the sunrise and sunset of your life. for all experiences reside in the realm of relativity. transmutation is almost guaranteed to the echelon of a college education leaving graduates debt ridden and drop outs hell bidden. for society don’t conform to us, we must conform to it. in order to remain an active member in the cyclical hell we have created for ourselves. not just by origin but mere perpetuation. the wheel we have turned, and thus a finger print stained in guilt rides the broom of such a fate.
LaVI 