Poem- ish....

A literary journal called Xanadu needed some contributions... so I decided oh, what the hell, i'll contribute. Now, I'm certainly no poet, i've never really been known to sit down and start writing poetry, yet i've always been able to express myself very clearly and creatively through word. 

I decided to take one of my journal entries and turn it into a poem- ish type thing. I actually posted this entry on this very blog, several months ago. I named that blog entry " Trueality"....so I decided to name the poem that. 

This is still a first draft soo....let me know what you think please :) 

This piece is dedicated to Gautama the Buddha, and to Goenkaji, my teacher in Vipassana. 

TRUEALITY-

I'm doing better than I thought I would be. It's really intense for me though- so many people, the aggression, the dis-association, the un-natural conduction of it all.

So much noise. Crowded people. All this Pollution.

I went into my favorite store in Union Square, I remember how I used to LOVE it there. It was a safe space. Today as I traveled through the isles, I observed my body (my head, chest, and hands in particular) fill with sensations of panic.

Anxiety. Much too much. Overwhelmed. Sensory Overload.

In this situation, I would have normally had a panic attack. Thankfully, I’ve been meditating for some time now, and have developed the ability to instruct my mind in observing sensation, much like a doctor would. A doctor does not attach himself or react to the pain his patient feels. The technique of self- observation shows us the inner truth.

Breathe in, Breathe out. Everything is vibration. We are all energy. Observe.

My averse reactions to certain conditions were disappointing, sure, but what really got to me was how much I disliked this city altogether, as a whole.

Free spiritual transmission. A way of life. A vector beyond life itself.

I USED TO CALL THIS HOME!
I used to wake up every single day looking forward to this,
And now, I simply don't like it anymore?
That's sad! Really sad to me.
I used to LOVE this, and now I see that this side of me has clearly moved on.

The experience of impermanence. Nothing can be kept. Raindrops ascend.

It's not as if I didn't know I had changed,
It's that today I was faced,
Full on
With the ultimate truth.

Let go! Allow for transformation. This too shall pass.

I used to play this part so beautifully, well and true.
TO A T!
I spoke the part, I felt the part, I dressed the part,
It was exactly as it should have been,
All in the stereo flux, all in the city flow.

Growth. This is what drives the world mad. River of life.

The assimilation place was my perfect hiding spot.
No one could find me, not even myself.
I was tucked away, I could not see or feel, I was safe.
No one had to know! No one had to realize!

Sleeping volcano of suppression. Escape is no solution. Observe.

This part of me has passed,
I no longer have the option to hide.
The truth has been exposed,
The channels have opened,
The countdown has begun.

Know thyself. Train in equanimity. Observe the reality inside.

Ignorance has been removed from the deck of choosing cards.
I am faced with extreme isolation, in a city of 8 million inhabitants.

Wisdom arises. The atmosphere becomes permeated with peace. These are the inevitable steps.

I walk into a room, where the first thing I see on a screen is
"I left my heart in San Francisco".
I feel stalked.
Stalked by the Universe, every day.

We are all travelers on the path. We are the reflections of each other. Keep the torch of life alight! Reveal your inner truth.

THE END.

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