It is not an easy thing, resetting the mind.
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Running on autopilot for so long, memories
morph into beliefs, into patterns, into habits,
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until we see the whole process born of Fate,
rather than forgotten choices. Ego thrives
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in the drought of ideas, splintering anything
contrary to the norm, using every trick it
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can muster to keep us in the loop of
barren familiarity. Familiar, yes, but
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vaguely unsettling: Is this all there is?
Why is there so much pain, so much fear?
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Questions like darts finding the bullseye,
breaking through the morass of illusion
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until it occurs the questions are themselves
the key, slowly turning the lock of understanding.
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Gears painstakingly click back into alignment
with Light, with Consciousness, with Love.
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It is not an easy thing, resetting the mind.
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But to find our path to Peace,
there is
no
other
choice.
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David Muñoz
I'm a recovering artist in Austin, Texas. Stoic student, mystic, writer, poet, guitarist, father, brother, son, friend. I am an eternal soul living a human experience. Part of that experience is working through my stuff by making art.
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Comments (4)
Makes me see parallels in my own life. I could definitely use another reset. Very well done!
Oh wowww, this was so profound and beautifully written! Loved your poem!
I love this! Personally, I suffer from epileptic seizures that reset my brain without warning, wiping my memory. I wouldn't exactly call it 'peaceful', but I appreciate your sentiment, and your formatting. Eloquent word choice! ⚡♥️⚡
This is so well written David! My favourite part was this: 'Questions like darts finding the bullseye, breaking through the morass of illusion'