Releasing all your judgments, it’s like mopping up the floor.
You think you have it all cleaned up, but then, you notice more.
The edges and the corners, hunker down to clean.
Shine your light way down in there, to find what’s gone unseen.
Residue, flecks and dirt, from many years before.
Thriving there unnoticed, right atop the kitchen floor.
All these tiny judgements, that your ego makes for you.
Must be looked at mindfully, releasing what’s untrue.
These daily, small conclusions, that you promptly tuck away.
Building up inside you like, spiritual decay.
Equanimity in consciousness, it’s this you will attain.
Thoughtfulness in all you do, the swamp will start to drain.
So meeting someone out there, that is living on the fringe.
Look deeply and say hi to them, removing all your cringe.
They are you and you are me, it’s this that you will see.
Spreading like a wild fire, as you remember you’re the key.
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Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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Dang dude! The philosopher has returned to disseminate his gems of sophical heights, and if you will listen obediently, hands folded, you might end up possibly wiser in the end. Lovely and beautifully rendered. Thank you very much for sharing.
Excellent write, I could see this being a song
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