Realness in Reality

Realness in Reality

Very interesting to actually witness the full and complete portrait of our reality with a

Clear and complete, freshly opened and gracefully swabbed minds’ eye.

I’ve been witness to it all,

The happiness and the pain; alike.

The atrocities and the miracles; the same.

The love and the hate; within and without.

Now I am more than indifferent,

Now I am more than self-contrived.

I am what I was before, 

I am what I was born to be, 

I am what I’ll be the rest of these days.

The thickness of truth was at once 

And what seemed like forever, 

Hard to swallow.

It stuck in my spiritual throat,

Killing my spiritual oxygen,

Turning blue my spiritual soul.

Then one day I stumbled upon a young soul,

A duplicate of my own,

A vessel of grace with a willingness that was unequivocally free,

Still the child and beaming in her ignorance.

I saw the hope and tenure the future held her hand with

And the self-strangulating truth loosened its tiresome grip upon me.

It was then that I knew that every emotion I held was a tool for positive change.

The strength of Anger, the passion of Lust, the common sense of Kindness, the straight forward-ness of Brutality, the timidity of Awkwardness, the knowing of Impersonation, the wisdom of Gratitude, the softness of Forgiveness, the indifference of Listlessness,

The overall gift of Love…

Everything was a gift of nature, of God, 

To truly set myself (oneself) free.

One and All.

I discovered Chi.

Not Indifference alone,

But Indifference plus Enlightenment;

Awakening.

Truth.

All of the truth, finally manifested through a young, beautiful, female 

Blueprint of myself.

I knew right then, the truth magnified, that I didn’t need her, I wanted her, and I loved her like I should have always loved myself, yet  I let her go, to find herself, to be fair.

And the love became free.

Riddle and Distler, Distler and Riddle.

Love is now free and I have no need for anything, save petty comfort,

And perhaps a vain oriented sense of non-self-appreciation,

Or recognition.

Seems I had figured it all out,

Yet done nothing, 

Literally literary,

Nothing inner-planetarily impressive.

(always now)