Tag Archive | self-talk

Notice The Little Things

Where Detail Becomes Major

When at one with The Moment, the little things are
Full of infinite wonder and simple delight.
Having blissful awareness, like that of a child,
Is the cure for adult life where I’m reconciled
With who I truly am versus who I’m not quite.
The Conditional Mind is a fake self bizarre.

To who I am, I believe there is so much more
Than the self-talking person who, through mental means,
Has come into existence for fake dialog
With my sense of awareness. The ego thick fog
Can be burnt away quickly through simple routines
That will help one to do so. Youth they can restore.

If I am immersed in the self-talk in my head,
Then I can’t feel the subtle things, like a cool breeze
On the cheek on a warm day, or spring in the air.
In the mind there’s no life because no one is there.
To honor and appreciate all that one sees
From a space of awareness is better instead.

A shifting in consciousness can happen right now.
Any time that is Present is eternity.
Separate is the self-talk from pure awareness,
Which, through practice, becomes easier to access.
“Step Away From the Chatter!” Who says that to me
But a voice more alternative if I allow?

Awakening From The Self-Talk

The Partner Who Won't Be Quiet

To deny that it’s horrible hurts so much more
Than the act ill attractive. Though wrath have I none,
I have myself to deal with and thoughts of a kind
That consume me in darkness. Where else could I find
But a hint of some reason for what has been done
To the soul of myself whose been through this before?

I must know someone’s speaking. It cannot be me.
I’m the one who observes things when I’m at my best.
But right now, thoughts are fragments that tell the story
That my mind manufactures. Personality
Is the field generated. Its flux is expressed
In behaviors unconscious so that I can’t see.

Stories of personalities of those who I
Know and love, along with those of others I meet
Intertwine and make drama – a drug for the mind
Whose unending dependence is wrongly designed
To create what it needs to. It knows no defeat
But that spark of Awareness that I can apply.

Can I consciously want all my problems to cease?
Somewhere below the consciousness it is well known
That the ending of issues will end the story.
To prevent its demise is its sole urge to be.
The Moment of Awareness is where I am shown
That which will, if I choose, yield the freedom of peace.