Imagined State of Mind (Poem version 1)

Imagined State of Mind

You were tired of being...
Tired of seeing all you were seeing.
Tired of leading the way for the blind,
You were living in an imagined state of mind.

You were motivated...
Sick of watching hate as it permeated,
Through all the hearts and souls of mankind.
You were living in a delusional state of mind.

You were all alone...
Left to view the world through eyes of your own.
Yet, so many lives seemed tangled, intertwined,
But they lived in a collusional state of mind.

You were undecided...
But stood your ground and abided.
Waiting for the time when people would find,
Their way to the amalgamated state of mind.


Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: blend57

Amazing blend 💯❗️

How many hats or people do others expect one to wear or be?

Being free is opening a hat shop and selling them off one by one except the one you find fits best... sometimes thats none, but I have yet to see someone wearing one in a casket. Perhaps this is why the historical Buddha has so very very many names or hats people tried to place on him first a crown from his father then the aestheic one he chose or liked as a better fit... eventually no one could label him until everyone just gave up and the hat was simply concidered to be: Tathagata or suchness that one dude nobody could figure out, unless they stopped all judgment or thought itself.

In duality, its one Hell of a hat.

Thanks for the inspirational Blend