Land Mines

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Peak into this pensive mind
Watch your step…clutter’s covering land mines
Working on sorting through
What to keep and what to bid “adieu”

Of course, once cleared,
The land mines will appear
And It will be up to me to figure
How to navigate this surface of potential triggers.

Introspection will aide in this task
Bringing along perception’s mask
To guide in seeing the different sides
Of these, now uncluttered, land mines.

“What You Resist Persists”– Carl Jung

Written for and published in The Seeds 4 Life

We have resisted anger. We have resisted sadness. We have put on a brave face when our insides were defeated and we have smiled when our insides were sobbing. Did this resistance ever make those feelings and emotions go away? Or did the resistance serve as a mask, slowly fading with every time we resisted what was happening to us?

We have resisted people. We have resisted problems. We have pretended they did not exist and we have pretended they would solve themselves. Did this resistance ever make those people and problems disappear? Or did the resistance present those people and problems in different areas of your life and in inopportune times?

We can run, we can hide, we can resist until we are exhausted. However, resisting is lacking the courage to confront the ghost that needs for us to tell it we see it and we know it’s there. This ghost will continue to haunt us until it is acknowledged, it will persist until it is no longer resisted. Until we tell it “I know you are there anger, I understand why you are angry. I accept you and I am working to make sure you can go in peace.” Or “I know you are there, problem. I am addressing you. I am strong and am working to solve you so you may go in peace.” And know, when they go in peace, you will have peace.

Resisting is like fighting a war to have peace. No war can be fought to have peace. So don’t fight a war, invite what you are resisting in. Have some coffee, some pastries, lively conversations, and send it on its way. Set the table for the next visitor you have been resisting because they will come knocking sooner or later.

Back to Center

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Here I lay, admire the stars.

Contemplate the remarkable life that we are.

A tiny speck in this vast space;

Certain our world is the only place,

Where we are the center of all that is

Where we are the sun, the stars, and abyss.

Yet, lost in distractions and egoic agenda

Plugged into illusion and false propaganda.

Casting shadows on our flaws,

Impressing others with shallow cause.

Believing in stories which feed hate,

Dismissing messages of sealed fate.

But all it takes is to quiet the noise

To sit in the silence and revere in its poise

Feel in the breath the gift that is living

A selfless present the spirit is giving

A reminder, we’re not the center we serve

Back to center

We are part of the WHOLE of the universe.

Let it go…

 
The burden that wears one down.

The smile that makes one frown.

The thought that stirs up confusion.

The picture that’s just an illusion.

The emotion that causes the fight.

The idea that serves nothing right.

The focus that wastes one’s time.

The reflection that lacks sublime.

The hurt that causes pain.

The notion of going insane.

The assumption, it’s all that we know.

All of the above, let it go.

Assumptions

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Conclusions made, lacking proof.

Pictures painted, perspective…aloof.

Fill the doubts with imagination.

Dismiss the points of reservations.

Trust in what perception sees,

All is based on individual beliefs.

Tell the story which fits best.

And the source? Never addressed.

Chase more questions through mind’s halls.

Paranoia painting the thinker’s walls.

Before crazy continues to drive,

And the false stories continues to thrive.

Realize, the ghosts the mind create,

Are only vain assumptions made.

Clutter

“Clutter is a physical manifestation 
of fear that cripples our ability to grow.” 
H.G. Chissell 

Taking up mental space, whispering insecurities into the mind.
Feeding fear a five course meal and continuing feeding it past fullness
Collecting tangible things to fill an intangible black hole thought to reside deep in the soul.
Marking a territory not to be settled or owned.
Distracting vision from the beauty of a rose to see what satisfies the ego.
Convincing space it has enough room for more and cramming so much to avoid mobility.
Spreading itself on the surface covering the way into the space where true abundance resides.
It is clutter, all just Clutter.