Vent!

Who are the teachers of the law of life?

Who created the tablets of stone with the law inscribed on them?

Who made the principles on which the earth was founded?

Who made the soil, the reap, and the harvest?

There is no curriculum for the meaning and random intention of life

There is, but the wave of imagination that creates reality for itself

All of the ideas spring from the soul, thou shalt not

All of the love, joy, peace, and harmony come from the eternal mind

What I feel is the secret

time to pick the pieces

meditating its kroya yoga

Oh my god yes, it's jesus babies

arguing over one god the Savior

what he born in a manger?

well the scripture says so

i've been on top boy since the get go

Love yourself, I am the enemy

I live and eat at the same table you arrange the plates for food

The dining table is the topic of the conversation

This is the rule of thumb: I am the enemy, love me

There is no peace in the heart that friendship between enemy and self is non-existent

There is no life in the heart that walks the line without forgiveness

There is no wedding without the acceptance of the voice of opposition

There is no other side of the coin without the other side of the coin

Love yourself, I am the enemy

I live and eat at the same table you arrange the plates for food

The dining table is the topic of the conversation

This is the rule of thumb: I am the enemy, love me

There is no peace in the heart that friendship between enemy and self is non-existent

There is no life in the heart that walks the line without forgiveness

There is no wedding without the acceptance of the voice of opposition

There is no other side of the coin without the other side of the coin

Identity is Permission.

Consciousness is a mirror.

Perspective is the lens.

sell, sell me a business idea

sell me happiness in a bottle

sell me the one thing that is written on my face but too heavy for my tongue to speak

sell me the one thing that holds all things together

this is the edge of business success and growth

sell me something, excellence, organization, strength

sell me the charisma of creativity and design

sell me the love and strength i can lean on forever

Everything just is, didn't you know

There is nothing out of place, there is nothing out of order

the mind is melodramatic, spill a drink for some tears

writing and mind stepping to iskolodo

this is the beauty of right now, everything dissolves in the present

there is no past, no future, just now

nothing to impress, everything to feel and impress

there is bright light, joy and presence here and now

yes, one answer to all questions

choice is the question, yes is the answer

do not kill me on the altar of my decisions

i will drink my own blood for survival

kill me with the sword, this cant be life

what is the meaning if he always says yes

choice is the meaning, purpose is the choice

he always says yes, yes is the answer

dysfunction, this is the job

there is no place like home

there is no place like the bath with dirty water of shame

all my doings are transacted with guilt and critique

this cant be life, this is the life

it never gets perfect, more perfect than this

accept it as it is, this is your past, this is your future

accept it as it is, this is your past, this is your future

count the books in the library, what does it smell like?

where is the wiper to clean the dust off? why are the books laid on the ground?

a long lifetime of following dreams, on and off, confused too, this is your truth

runaway to God, when he has been walking with you the whole time

getting lost in those papers, you believe you see the world

i used to read to feel better than the next person who doesn't

now i read because that is my escape from unwanted reality

i do not read anymore, i take what works, i am no longer tied to the flipping pages that hold no answers

this is the truth, read for love, read for joy, read for experience

i do not make any promises to what i will and will not leave behind

my truth is that nothing can be taken away from me, for i have nothing and everything

my identity is shedding a skin, the pain is felt all the way to the pumping of the heart

my life is a taste of God consciousness accepted at the time it is accepted

the raw taste of talent and potential plus grit, gut and intuition is ready to explode

all that i am, all that i will ever be, i am now, this is the truth

there is nothing to be in the future that does not exist right now