All the thinking about it and talking about it kills the vibe.

Chokeholds the magic.

Loops bullshit on repeat.

And inevitably goes nowhere.

All the analysis.

The comparing.

The measuring.

The regulating.

All the layers you add to what’s meant to be bare.

All the ways you jam your system just because you intervene.

A system that naturally runs as it’s meant to, without you doing a thing.

All the intellectualizing.

Content-seeking.

Meaning-finding.

Matter-bonding.

All of it does nothing.

Except fill what you misperceive needs filling.

Tainting what was already pristine.

Because the ‘space’ is just too much to take.

So you exhaust yourself creating a bunch of new shit,

to make sure you’re never free of said shit.

And also never full of what’s true.

All the ways you run from this moment.

From truth.

From the gorgeous depths of YOU.

And for what?

To keep seeking what you already are.

And never finding what’s already here.

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