Theres this thing in the middle of the room and its big. I want to move it, but its big, and its got so much attached. I attack myself for wishing it gone so I could move freely. Cuz I preach complete acceptance and believe resist is futile, but my mind it is fertile, and biodiverse is worthwhile. So the weeds are left to live with the plants which tend to give, and Id kinda like to move it, but its big so Ill try to shift it, see if the middle of the room can somehow get bigger, now no object in its space, but this place is in my mind, and my mind is what I make it, and the big thing in the middles just a puddle made by thinking I am the thing king or at least a thing king. The things I think are making what I feel and how I take it. The things I think are making what I feel and how I take it. How my take on things affects the way I see them. It is now a lake and when my take is on the learning, not the wrong thing, not as critic, not to hold it how the future unfolds right from that, right from this very moment and how the thoughts you think link with time and make a future. How that future stinks or shines right in line with your own truth.
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