Clear Seeing
You've got master teachers flowing through your veins.
The most informative of our master teachers, our emotions
Are marked by transience
Defined by
Flux.
The masters with no name
And a vague
Sense of pain
With a subtle sense of gain but to avoid
the all but
Ravaged vein of clichés
That plagues any and all forms of real feeling
That has gotten us to be so fixated on finding the meaning of the day
Before we’ve even reached evening…
I’ll leave things unpackaged.
Strewn about, coalescing and dissipating
Simultaneously
within and
without
With faith and With doubt
What is this form of expression for if not to magnify the native artistry of nature?
Why would I use all of my tools this way if not to speak to that which is
Universally felt but altogether unspoken
And inconceivable if not to speak to that
Little
void
In your chest?
The one you feel at your worst and your best.
That sometimes subtle, dormant
peephole to the soul
and other times
all consuming void that awaits us all in some form
but
doesn’t make for a great First dinner date conversation.
So far, this trip around the sun has unmade me
It has not-so-vaguely torn my shit up
Into
Pieces.
So finely.
So divinely selected and scattered
That
I couldn’t imagine the task of beginning to believe
I possessed the time and Dexterity
To even
Entertain the idea of starting to pick up
What the cosmos has compelled me
To let go of.
Even if it’s all I’ve ever known of.
This hole in my heart is my commitment to the dance
My Ring upon the hand of fate
The only one I’ve ever truly taken hold of
The wellspring from which the energy flows
That allows me to transmute and make Gold of
The nebulous gnawing at my Light and warmth
That my shadow Loves to make Cold of
Not because it hates how I choose to grow
but
Because
That’s just all it knows
Our darkness CANNOT forget
for it is often comprised of the parts of us we’ve
Forgotten
Or
Forsaken
The shades of self that we’ve mistaken
As unfit for the Gift of consciousness
Of Attention.
Of Waking.
That remains vibrantly alive like the Sun
In our unmaking.
The only way to endure the inevitable quaking
from taking in the Visage of all of your colors is
Bravely.
And Daily.
We cannot know that which we cannot see or feel
But we can feel that which transcends
Our senses.
Our concepts of knowledge.
And to do so, you must enroll in the college of your being
The university of Clear Seeing
Even if it
Appears
To be devoid of meaning
Even if after countless successful battles you find yourself
Leaning
On the Trees
barely breathing
along the way
It is far better
To fight the battle of real feeling through the day
To boldly stay staring, breathing, and being
Than to fixate on finding meaning
Before we’ve even reached
Evening.
About the Creator
its really good to see you
I am Jay.
My goals are to creatively encourage you to cultivate genuine self love and to free your mind.
I invite you to step into genuine tranquility and light.
I offer seeds for the garden of your body, mind, and soul.
I hope you plant them
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