That Switch

I have something like a toggle switch
That gives me quite the itch
Sometimes I turn it on
Some others, the power within feels gone

Remember the days, when we had antennas?
Well, such is the case with my mental stamina
Mostly, it's known for neglegient oversight
But if it smells blood, it develops quite the shark's appetite

I'm normally quite calm and always at peace
I don't get anxious easily and my senses are always at ease
I have a lot of patience, so I've been told
Of my faculties, I'm usually in control

So my general state of being is almost like that of a yogi
I'm usually at peace; within myself, I'm always happy
I am organized; I arrange my immediate space
I seldom ever let situations get out of place

So, even when people around me are insulting me
They really can't get into my spirit's sanctuary
It's not because I'm strong and mighty
I just won't realize it; it won't even strike me

As much a I relish observing human behaviour
No matter all the experiences, my base essence and flavour
Won't permit me to beleive anything more than this
That human beings are a portion of divine bliss

I am overtly optimistic and always see
The good in almost each and everybody
Besides, I beleive we need to cut people some slack
Instead of jumping to our defences and springing to attack

Since I believe human beings are inherently good
I treat them with respect, dignity, and trust like I should
But, if someone frequently cross outstretched boundaries
They'll distub me while I'm levitating, and cause me worries

I'll not notice a million sins, and everything can get past me
I have an extreme threshold; but I'm still human, you see
If you manage to detach me from my meditation
My senses will snap into quite an alert-mode situation

And then suddenly, I'll remember irrelevant details I myself never knew
I'm exceptionally good at deconstructing an aftermath; I don't know why I was cabin crew
Things like colours, associated smells, background noises, placement, date, and time
Suddenly, I'll recall the minutest detail if I invest myself in solving a crime

I know I'm absolutely capable of being a human lie-detector
I have a fairly good understanding, through experience, of human behaviour
But it takes away a lot of my peace
I prefer to close my peepers and be at ease

I have an invisible on-off switch
Being in a state of constant attention makes my soul twitch
I normally do not notice anything and all my senses are toned down
I prefer keeping my switch 'off' or I'll have to roam around with a perpetual frown

True, I make a lot of avoidable mistakes, and fall into wells
But, if the switch is on, almost everything and everyone, it repels
Because it notices each and every discrepancy
I prefer not to constantly over-analyze inconsistencies

I'm an extreme case; I'm either extremely alert or too callous
Balance is an unknown term in my world's palace
I could be asleep in a storm, earthquake, or a ruckus ...quite pleasantly
Or I could, in the midst of serenity wake up with the drop of a pin, disturbingly

Do you really want to play poke-the-bear?
Think about it? Once that switch is on, I'll be too aware
I'll get the mental charts out, with subsets, pies and bars do an entire thesis
Regression, unresolved/unknown preconception/childhood trauma, and Freudian rhesis

Don't make me cross that threshold
I, honestly prefer keeping my blindfold
But, isn't it funny that I have this on-off switch? 
For a semblance of balance ...if only I could ditch!

Just let the bear hibernate
Unless in the aftermath, you want to participate!
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  1. “Don’t judge each day by the harvest
    you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

    – Robert Stevenson

    SMiLes Dear Rue i Snatched
    This Quote That Practically
    Fell into my Lap From
    The Blogosphere

    As The


    Around Your Finger”

    Was Playing in the Back
    Ground of My Soul You Know
    How A Muse Just Rises Up So
    Truly MaGiCaLLY iN Flow As all

    The Unrelated Parts in the Environment
    Come to Play Totally A-Causally Now With

    Such A Beautiful Sublime ‘Element’ of Synchronicity

    Now That May Be Only Psychologically Meaningful

    To me in The Depth of The Story of Art That Comes
    To Fruition Next
    Thrice This

    By Sting Rises
    to The Surface of my
    Soul to Dance And Sing Now:

    ‘Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
    Vanish in the air you’ll never find me
    I will turn your face to alabaster
    When you’ll find your servant is your master’

    There Are So Many Ways to Paraphrase These
    Lines From “Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes”
    Mesmerized By Muse Unseen And Unknown Practically

    All That is God

    That i Really Don’t

    Know Yet Feel and Sense

    So Very Very Deep Where

    It Really Doesn’t Matter

    How Much

    Wheat i Reap
    From all The 10 MiLLioN
    Words of Seeds i Plant
    Or Steps of 16 Thousand
    Miles of FLoWinG Dance
    Now in 100 Months Truly
    All Around the Globe Yes
    Literally over Half the Distance
    of the World At the Equator God
    Basically Feels and Senses
    So Deep Just Flow Just Go

    With the Silent Pilot and
    Navigator Within Just

    Trust the Hand Within
    With 100 Percent
    Faith And

    Belief Loving All

    Don’t Turn Around
    Don’t Look Ahead The

    Present Moment Is Forever
    Naked Enough Whole Complete

    Gift Now It’s All Been Done Just Experience

    THAT That is DonE Now So Free to Just Be i Am…

    SMiLes Dear Rue The Ocean The Wave the Water
    i Am There is No Separation only Play Now Slaying

    All Fears

    Only Leaving

    Rooms to


    The Flow of the
    Wave Love i Am Gently
    RiSinG Falling Gently RiSinG Again

    Indeed A Nice Place to Play Humans Don’t Deter me at all…

    For It’s True Neuroscience Shows Humans Basically Hallucinate
    Their Reality Based on the Stories of Hallucinations We Co-Create Before

    i Am Not Expecting Anything From Anyone Now Other Than This Play of Life mY FRiEnD…

    For The Seeds of Song And Steps of Dance i Plant Free Just to Give and Share Freely

    For i Understand

    The Deepest

    Silent Pilot
    And Navigator

    Is the “Master”

    Within For Real

    And These Words

    Are Only “Emissaries” of Art

    Yes Servants to the “Master”

    To Paraphrase Iain McGilchrist

    Too For The ‘Scientific Explanation’
    of Everything i Just Really Didn’t Say…

    As Far As
    What Most
    Folks Believe

    Is The Big “I”
    Boss of Ego

    On Top of the Little
    ‘i’ That is True Master

    Of All that We aRe NoW
    So Deep Down Loving Free..:)


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