Psyche Fabric Softener

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Musings on Michael Singer’s Untethered Soul

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If I’m not psyche

…not body

…not feelings

…not Ego

What am I?

Who am I?

If I’m not these, then what?

Am I the Moon?

a fallen Star?

a tumbling ball of energy for recycling

Created,  uncreated

a being born to flesh to rot

and taught to become blessed

a Child of God in search of Holy

but more the static sock stuck to a  jegging pant leg

a dreaded  mismatch clinging

the painful footie, hyper extended, stretched

the stuff of knotted sleeves

the hurl of worn-out tangled lingerie and bedsheets

 

If only I were Conscious of this poisoned consciousness

if only I were wise enough to step aside

content to sit                    \M_   \&_                       beside

and from behind                to see

the Mind with all it’s tired thread count

and for awhile to watch it

Silently

no thought for thoughts

no thought for self

no judgement

 

if only I could

take a restful seat there

reclining in a soft chair

untethered car seat, unstrained

content within the swirling pain

just breathing in the moment

 

and then

release it allllllllll

 

perhaps I’d see

 

So  much of allllll of this just doesn’t matter

just isn’t real

just isn’t true

just isn’t  worth pursuing

 

perhaps I’d let the pain go

then and there

Rescinding malcontent

Relaxing and releasing

the greasy blocks and clogs

Without those inner tempests raging

perhaps I’d be more Godly

rebuking wind and waves

like “Peace Be Still”

I want me some of that sweet

ever-lasting Psyche Fabric Softener.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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