Exiled in the love of an evolving world


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Searching my heart for its true joy
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am not weary of time, though

It moves too quickly, and words and people
Drown out my own sorrow, this world
Deserves more than my self-interest
The salty sweetness of pleasure grows old
But helping others, that peace never ends

I found the small moments of empathy
In my days, the best, the cherishing of others
A more luminous goal than self-satisfaction

And now I am caught by the suffering of others
Not in a bad way, but in a collective-realism
That I too, had it easier than others
That I too, was born more fortunate
And thus to serve others may be the only way
For me to ever understand humanity.

Be Realistic, plan for Miracles


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if you are feeling stuck
abandon what you do, be somebody else
embrace uncertainty for experience

pure experience without judgement
where Life again becomes
possible, freedom of will
self-determined, bitter-sweet

youthful, exuberant, spring-autumn
with the taste of rosebuds
dual, frankly crazy, appreciated

spin wildly into your next months
with both heart and exercise of choice
bravely, without regret or sentimental lingering
if you are feeling frightened

by who you have become, change
dare to enjoy the present like never before
retrace your steps, rediscover who you are

it’s never too late, you’ll find your
way again, where hopes lead you
challenge yourself to find bliss
don’t be afraid to experience, say “yes”

for experience is the heart of necessity
if you don’t rush after it
life will force you to meet her

life is not about possession
life is about tasting, doing, being, watching
moving, travelling, loving, thinking
dangerously even, for life passes you by

a place where happiness and sadness collide
forcefully, creatively, passionately
be the hero of your own story

find friendships that intrigue you
fall in love with hobbies that move you
read philosophers that challenge you
make music that haunts you

have sex like your mean it
listen to your being without judgement
that small voice who enjoys giving

live without condition, for destiny
always intended to work with you
not through you, fate completes you
your journey needs your enthusiasm.

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DISTANCES OF PLEASURE


1.

i

I have been distracting myself
In an Ocean of pleasures
Grasping purpose in the world

ii

I found the clinging and the having
Unpleasant, empty, forgetful of meditation
With my temporary pleasures
There was a burden of grief
Imprisonment, dissatisfaction and loneliness
An animal in a self-chosen cage

iii

In my relative attachment to the world
I somehow missed the sip of divinity
And with my greed, there came a fear
Of losing, failure, abandonment from security

iv

I have forgotten how to live without lust
I go from one craving to the next
As if living a simulation, envious
Of the remembrance of virtuous living.

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