Reckless Random Wishes and Longing for Flow

Reckless Random Wishes and Longing for Flow

I wish there was more to see

I wish these tribes did not falter into bullshit minds
I wish there was a composite with flow and intricacy
But most off all – a heap without murderous hearts and ego greed

I aspire that it would be so

That someday a clan-mind will come about without such flaws
I see fools honoring fools
I wonder what the wise ones do
They keep to themselves I suppose

People all push one another’s buttons

I have a button that rarely gets pushed
That is the – This is Truly Fucking Awesome – button
Is there nothing that is truly fucking awesome?
Oh occasionally there is but nobody else seems to notice it –
   they are too busy oohing and awing over petty shit

I guess I’m just sifting through the dukha looking for sukha

It is a pointless task but I can’t help but wonder

It is important the things one says, writes, and posts to others

Formalities and conventionalities aside, she is right – it is all just
   regurgitated slop. All the fanfare of cutesy jokey posturing courtesy is there to protect
   us from the intimacy that we fear. We show no fucking skin. We are hooded and 
   armoured machine-things. We hide things. We hide among those things.

We flip flop and see what we want to see. We choose plastic over gold thinking we 

   got the best deal but we fail to see beyond Us.

We look for Love in rules and dogma and flee the intuitive heart
We fear Compassion as weak and foolish and call this fear wisdom
We are too lazy to look deeper
We do not see the need for training

I feel powerless to affect humans and their world

I lock horns with companions over style but this passes
It all seems to wear me down though as I long for flow
They – they disappoint me with their smug cheap show minds
And the way they wear the colors of heroes but go act as thoughtless beasts

But patient indeed seem the forces that ne’er seem to cede

Guess I should be patient as well but sometimes I fall into madness.