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17: Looking 4 You

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Looking 4 you

As the world turned upside down
I realized i was more lost than found
Wondering what caused all this pain
I learned the skills how to restrain
No longer wanting to be different

The endless craving  felt insignificant
As the insight dawns upon me
I no longer juggle with struggle
From what i can now see
Only the inside sets me free
All the while i was looking for you
And i wonder..
Do you look in the mirror too?

 

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16: The Extraordinary Ordinary

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So often we tend to look for the extremes.
It has to be fast, beautiful, precious and rare.
It has to be true, profound, smart.
But having explored these realms of inner riches,
i’ve found that all the beautiful things my mind can create,
have never been able to really fulfill me.
Sure, there have been days in which i’ve been thrilled and exited by an insight,
but as the years have passed i’ve come to learn
that these fleeting moments don’t define my existence.

The extraordinary experiences can become addictive,
like drugs they lure you into the next big high.
But never high enough, as the sky is the limit.
I’ve decided not to give in any longer,
not to crave for that which is delusive.

And so i’ve turned away from getting the next kick,
instead, i’ve learned to recognize what was always there.
The normal every day life which i took for granted,
has learned me life is full of surprises.
That which i once deemed boring and to be avoided,
turned out to be the exact place where the magic happens.

The extraordinary is that the ordinary is extraordinary!
Whether we recognize it or not, each moment is pure magic.
But we don’t need to describe it eloquently with words,
or try to grasp it’s innermost secret meaning.

We are part of the extraordinary ordinary.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is extraordinary!

Desire

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Desire

Grasping, craving, mindlessly diverting myself
Looking for those famed fifteen minutes
Attaching myself to whatever comes to mind
In my thoughts i flirt with every beautiful girl
Behind the mask of shyness desire lures

As she looks to fulfill her animal lust
She always manages to betray my trust
Trying to impress all who come close to her
While she forsakes everything i hold dear
Once i give in to her i always regret

Seeing the futility of fighting my desire
Choosing wisdom over her ignorance
I give up my resistance with a smile
Letting go of the false need to impress
The mind rests even with all its mess

I become aware of desire once more
As she comes to rest in my heart
She whispers that
Her greatest desire
Is to remain forever desireless