CATEGORY: HIP SPIRIT DATE: APRIL 3,2018
With a steaming mug of herbs in my quiet enclave, it’s wisdom I seek.
The proverbial love bush seems over yonder, though it’s here, covered by the perennial bullshit bush, of course y’all know this.
Where the light is perfect, stands a bush that’s a wonder to behold. Quietly secure in timeless knowing, the proverbial love bush is aware no matter how it’s love gets served up, that it now, always has been, and always will be, a wholly tender and harmonious all one love.
Long as we think on our proverbial love bush, it will stay beautiful and radiant, it’s as if our reverent focus nourishes and feeds it, so that happiness strongly bounds forth perpetually.
However, when our attention gets diverted by the dramatization of our individual lives, we notice everything that we feel is not going well, not “good”, that has made us sad and all those unhappy feelings become insidiously pervasive, soon covering our proverbial love bush. Since, what we zero in on will bring to bear and multiply, all these negative attitudes will soon have grown into a briary perennial bullshit bush, masking the truth that the proverbial love bush’s still, and always will be there. What a tangled mess we’ve espaliered.
With every pessimistic regard, every beat, the perennial bullshit bush grows bigger and darker. With the apathy hammer, a blow of grief, lots of fear flogging, a whack of lust, an anger thrashing and repeated clobbering’s of pride & judgement…why it’s the epitome of beating the bush to death, only the bush doesn’t die, it thrives as a nightmare!
Maybe, we should pull all that bullshit out by the horns, I mean roots, and fertilize the bush we want to live.
A chocolate bush? Oh, sweet! Surely when I beat it, chocolate must come forth, not just annually, let’s make that a perennial chocolate bush!!!
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