Part 2
Misdirection & Casual Meditations
About mindfulness and self-development — A poem
Within words of desperation. The waste of time is growing out of control. Mercy reveals the tearjerkers misdirection, that paralyzed the discipline's protection.
There is no place for the love of inconvenience. When lying to oneself, we put the poison in our heads.
What remained of my animosity, apologised with therapeutic solutions. Pay no heed to the misinterpretation that leaves one standing at the edge of the solace chair.
Separate from the arms of expectation, as no preference requires no resistance.
A fault is a futile possession, and the pursuit to remove one’s jealousy can leave one lost in misdirection.
Regrets tell the true story that must be forgotten. Bar the valuable knowledge to practice. Avoidance that is hidden by a smile for convenience sake, only prolongs the inevitable. When making a mountain out of a molehill. One pushes logic aside and the truth becomes harder to find. At all times, control one’s anger, or the actions and words from others will control oneself.
One’s own actions can discover the answer. Were clamour usually discovers irritation.
Distinguish between alone and lonely. Understand one decides perception.
It is not the action, it is the reason, and the reason one’s mind can invent. However, the truth is the action can hold no meaning.
Inconsideration is conditional to one’s opinion. Never depend on mercy to lay to waste the words of desperation.
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