Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late.
I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness.
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole
Defeated, I concede and move closer
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, leaving all these opportunities behind.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Recognize this as a holy gift
and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
This body makes me feel eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy
any sense of compassion between supposed brothers.