It is only when life is overwrought with the tyranny of doing that we miss the joy of being:
and it is only the consciousness of being that makes us capable of any worthy action.
Collecting all harmony in a tank of gas
I do not intend to toss my peace of mind…far or fast
And, when stage struck by the crackled pavement,
there can be moments of…
being off task.
Bound by no determination, I am the wind.
I am the specks of soiled earth…bouncing about shaded glass.
A feeling that is unplanned and never lasts.
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth…. Through words and concepts we shall never reach beyond the wall off relations, to some sort of fabulous primal ground of things.
Mostly, I over think things. Ponder; poetry, life, music, life, breathing, life, walking in the woods, life. What bothers me or…inflicts the most deep daydreaming? Life!
“Perhaps the Creator of this strange place knows us better than we know ourselves. Perhaps humanity was meant to eternally ponder the purpose and importance of our own existence. If we were assured of either, we’d be intolerable creatures.” ##Tiffany Madison
What are words?
they have no real precaution or repercussion on BEING.
Funny thing is. With all this deliberation. I am no closer to understanding anything!
Random thoughts, poems, and opinions. *Opinions are subject to change. - Nathan Harrell
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