A sound mind is what You give
Yet the sounds in my head are anything but kind
Making me spin and jump miles and days ahead
Right past moments of joy that would leave me breathless
It I remembered to breathe in the first place
And I know this must not be what
You had in mind
Creating us creatures of complex thought
With the ability to love and destroy in a nanosecond
Knowing so many moments and days
We would pick destruction
We would choose to follow knowledge that leads nowhere
The world at our fingertips with self-made misery oozing out from each unique print
Synapses firing panic and worry
While You place them, forming constellations
Telling stories through our broken neurons
Every atom aching to get back to peace it was created for
Be still
You don’t need to know if knowing means more suffering
(Yet the wisdom of old won’t)
It will lead you to fields of green, growing yellow flowers that wait on the wind to be moved
As will I
Shut it down
You don’t need to eat from that tree
You just need to sit still and Be
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