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I’m Not Time Conscious Anymore

I stopped keeping track of time.

Hours, minutes, days… it’s all relative to me.

When I’m at work, I no longer count down the time until I’m free to go.

When I’m at home, I no longer count down the time until I have to go back to work.

I’m just here.

Relishing in the moment. And I’m loving every minute of it (no pun intended).

I’ve stepped into a different “dimension”. A world where time is illusory and everything flows as a continuous now.

I’ve heard it takes years of meditating and a higher consciousness to enter such a state but I’ve done it in such a short time.

I also find myself not having much to say about it. There’s really nothing to say. Except this post I’m writing to you.

When you live in the world of manmade time, focusing on the minutes that have passed or that will, the hours… You are living in the past and future. You are no longer in touch with the secret of nature that we all are apart of.

When you live in the here and now, everything is perfect. Even mistakes. People. People are perfect. Everything is the way it is and you don’t find yourself asking for more.

Because it is enough.

Just to be here.

Sly Serpent

Oh my

What a mistake I’ve made

I run and hide for cover

To shield me

From your venom

But to the illusory mind, even a stick can appear to be a serpent

Cowering with shame I await for you to strike

In anticipation I psych myself out and start exhibiting symptoms that were never there

How could your poison become mine

How could I inject myself with the venom that was never there?

The idea of administering small amounts to create an antidote sounds sound

But in this case I’m achieving the opposite effect

Distributing large amounts into my system, I become sickened

And that sickness spreads to others

Whether willingly or not

Who has the antidote?

Where I thought I was of no use before, I really am of no use to anyone, anymore.

A Subtle Offering

I’m not very bright

There’s always someone better than me

But you guide me and lead me to a ravine

Where there is plenty to drink

And you tell me to rid myself of thirst

Dehydration causes a turn for the worst

If I had my fill then could I soar?

Would the ebb and flow of nature take its course

In me?

I wonder

You lead me back time and time again and still I only drink enough to wet my tongue

When will I learn

I am

I am not my mistakes

I am not my past relationships

I am not my emotions

I am not my past

I am not my appearance

I am not your opinion of me

I am more than my acheivements

The Solemn King

There I stand in the chamber of my mind. The halls form a great palace.

The room I stand in is wide end to end but where it begins and stops is not known.

Columns line this great hall, as big as trees.

I shout but no one can hear me.

“Hello?”

I beckon to anyone within earshot but it is of little use.

The far end of the hall is dark and poorly lit.

Dare I go any further?

I find one foot going in front of the other as I head right towards the opposite end into the unknown.

When I get to the end, I stand facing a king.

He sits atop his throne, with his head hung low. A staff in one hand and a chalice in the other.

On either side of him stand torches. These torches burn with a fire so bright that they manage to light up this part of the room.

I look atop the king’s head. He wears a crown. There are many jewels embroidered on this crown.

I wonder if I should address him as “your majesty” but I don’t know what kind of king this is.

What if it’s a disgraced king? Though royalty nonetheless.

He doesn’t seem to be privy to my presence as he just remains sitting there. Holding his effects in his hands.

I just stand there. Staring. Waiting for the king to notice me.

King, wake up.