Free of self judgement
If I was free of self judgement
It would be comical to watch my mind’s madness
Its efforts to turn joys into sadness
making me have to coil to regain my balance
If I was free of self judgement
I would let my stream of thoughts run like background noise
I would exist more in the present moment
Only to pick the mind up for it’s true purpose
A beautiful creative dance of words and magic
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