The Nature Of Yourself
Dear Self,
Who am I?
Am I hooked
Subconsciously
To the inside of my own mind,
An isolated mind
Engaged in the dark and the formless?
I think
Intimately
My thoughts are shaped
By impulses and ignorance
With significance stripped
When learning
Reality is not reality.
The world on the inside,
Dependant on theory
But lacking the reasoning,
Can ask the question
“What quest is not often painful?”
From many experiences we can feel
As though the ground
Has been suddenly
Cut
Out
From under our feet.
But
Use the moment.
See inside your mind.
Study from the nature of the myth, the reality
And the nature of meaning
To make deeper
Your Sense of Self.
Signed,
Self
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