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  • Confessions of a Moment Worshipper

    I am a moment worshipper

    Call me crazy

    But this is what I have taken on 

    As my spiritual sustenance

    In this incredible

    Existence

     

    I’m going to worship each moment

    Every one

    For as long as I can

     

    To worship is
    To attend to

     

    To pay my attention
    To give
    All of myself
    What little I have

    If anything
    To this moment

     

    Why?
    I don’t know
    But why wouldn’t I?


    What else could make more sense to pay your attention to
    If it has value
    Something that can be paid for
    Then I want to get
    The most bang
    For each mental buck
    That I possibly can

     

    So what else would I attend to other than EVERYTHING?

     

    Why, oh why, would my attention need to narrow, narrow-minded and self-blinded, reminded of my mindlessness and blindsided by my vileness I hide inside my vile nest so you won’t see my miles of missteps.

     

    A child, covering my eyes because

    If I can’t see you you can’t see me

     

    But that’s not the way it works.

     

    So why, why oh why, do I blind my mind? Why do I EVER pay attention to anything other than EVERYTHING?

     

    The only reason
    I would ever
    Limit my attention away
    From all
    From everything
    Would be if I was afraid.

    Afraid of what I might find
    The truths about myself and my reality
    Truths I’d rather not see
    Then I would blind my own mind
    Create division

    Cloud my vision
    Separate myself from Everything

    Safe inside my suffering
    So I could keep my secret

     

    Whatever it is. I don’t even know. I hid it from myself, obviously.

    As if I could selectively hide the side of myself I don’t want to see
    Without divorcing from reality

    If I can’t forgive that part of me
    That part that I
    Don’t want to be
    I will never
    Ever
    Be free

     

    When I obsess 
    I am possessed
    Always being processed
    Thoughtlessly overthought
    The opposite of free
    Cut off at the knees
    My attention flees

    Thoughts like flitting fleas
    My other senses freeze
    My mind contracts

    Compacts
    Redacts
    Contact lost with reality
    Whoops there goes my sanity

    The price of my own vanity

     

     

     

    Thoughts like flitting fleas
    My other senses freeze
    My mind contracts

    Compacts
     Redacts
     Contact lost with reality
     Whoops there goes my sanity

    The price of my own vanity

     


    I’m now playing hide and seek
    With myself
    A mindless merry-go-round

     

    Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom

    I twirl and whirl and swirl

    And I’m about to hurl


    Disoriented, hopelessly lost
    Stridently thinking I’m found
    Facedown on the ground
    Unwilling to admit that I fell
    Down an easily avoidable well
    So I make myself wallow in hell

     

     

     

     

    From unity to look and see
    From one to two
    Me to you and on from there
    Separations, aberrations
    As many facets as I need
    To hide the faces
    I don’t believe

    I’ve blinded myself
    Forsaken my sight
    To the brilliant light
    Not out of spite
    Nor mindless slight
    But from sheer fright
    Fear of the night
    Fear that I’m not right
    And never was


    But that’s alright

    The past has passed
    Lessons learned do not last

    They do not taunt you after class
    They pass and leave you lighter

    Perhaps a tad bit wiser
    Able to restfully respire

     

    That is why I am a moment worshipper
    It’s no belief or delusion
    Not grief nor confusion
    It’s a rational conclusion
    I finally looked at the equation
    The math is truly simple
    I am but a dimple
    In the fabric of the universe
    And on this ride from birth to hearse
    I must lift my heavy lids
    See the dark that I forbid
    Finally, let the light in


    Waking up 
    Is hard to do
    But from the top
    What a beautiful view

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