Refinish Chrome Chair

Poetry?

It blocks the body in the breath of a moment and not having to think again
All that is missing is in fact what we have already
But the soul is always waiting for another, another and yet another ...
If I could break the deadlock and allow the energies
I may be more resilient and more flexible to changes in life
I'm hot and I feel a ball of wool inextricable from which you can not find the boss of me
Rise and let me rediscover contact with the earth,
the deepest roots, help me to melt into the flow of perennial river
in a puff of wind and lose myself in the back under the stone
Lava flowing hot and plowing the land.
Since October I am devoting more fervently and at different levels of knowledge to me.
I try to listen through the breaths, the imperfections, the tensions and longings of my body. Deepened my knowledge of the Beyond anything from whether to search within myself and I am passionate ... and I think of us dream and I would not do anything else.
What sense does it have? What reason can there be in the accumulation of the other without saying if you do not know listen to us, we do not condone, we do not understand.
For many years I considered incomplete, incorrect, inconsistent and void.
They made me believe that justice is in the abasement, to contain in itself all the rottenness of the world as a heavy burden, as a fault. Not good enough, good, beautiful despite all the efforts, commitment to please those who want more, more, more. But that is nothing, just nothing, and perfection is unattainable, further, outside and away from who you are and you know. So: NO MORE! And 'The time has come to perceive the self, the addition and rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!