There is something wrong with me.
Sometimes my brain won’t be still even when it’s supposed to be.
Alcohol may stun it for a bit.
Then it reawakens to a synapses fit.
Why won’t it just be still?
It is my mind, it should conform to my will!
I don’t understand this inner turmoil.
The more I fight the more it boils.
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Keeter C (
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A poetic presentation of an agitated mind. There is voiced a failure to focus and quiet. Nicely portrayed in the words of this piece
Long-time mindfulness meditator here. The mind is indeed like a wild bull. It takes a lot of practicing to find stillness, awareness. You might want to read the Tao Te Ching. There is nothing wrong with you. We do not value awareness in this culture. We are in a culture of constant distraction. I wish you well.
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