A waterfall. A water-pole where one end drops down.
It drops down until it hits a barrier and there it pool’s.
A water-pole exists for it is held in a pole shape by its bedding. With out it it would bobble up in to a ball.
Water boils due to circumstances.
Heat ; air pressure ; disturbance;
The air pressure suppresses bubbling.
The disturbance gives dis-balance, disharmony.
It gives R to the water.
R : Curling of the tong.
The water becomes be-r-ed. Barbed in to bubbles.
Fear causes me to be bubbled, shelled.
Fear is pain.
In pain my mouth, my mind freaks out.
Strain is visible on my lips. Strain is in my head.
My muscle tense up.
Barbed self when I am in pain.
In pain because of barbs.
I have a soft beard.
I can not advice any potions for it because there are non.
Like a salmon I need to go back up stream. For I have lost the original drive.
Though going. Against nature made obstacles and man made obstacles.
I am learning that everything is spiritual.
Everything is heart.
How can I do right with a broken heart..
Tell me.
I sure would like to know.
How can I be gentle when enraged ?
Do not put put put me in jail filled with others with a broken heart.
Put me in a sanatorium where I heal
Where I can become whole again.
Where I can de-boil.
Can you you not see ?
O you are blind. Blind of heart. Blind of sight.
Enraged your heart you put me in jail.
Believing to be justified to be enraged.
The frames of our mind , of our heart makes it so.
Our autistified heart.
Our barbed heart.
A barbed heart a barbed life.
O church does your heart have any barbs ?
If that is none it is unknown to me.
If I get mad I have barbs.
If I am barbed I have illusions.
False perceptions falling on me like a waterfall.
I was some time ago walking.
Coming from a small forest I came across house with grey cemented walls.
Enraged with dislike I was.
Quickly I realized. Why I am enraging over grey cemented wall.
I am fouling myself up over a wall.
It is given to me. And not knowing any better I accepted.
I was a child I did not know any better than to listen to grown ups.
I closed my eyes and set myself up to not look in in disgust.
When I open them I saw a warm grey wall. And I had no disgust.
For the moment.
Growing as a child is becoming indoctrinated.
Growing up as an adult is losing that indoctrination.
A river flows. For the water in it settles down to lower floor on one side over the other.
It follows the floor.
Nothing exists without a floor.
On the other sides the floor faces that side.
Reality its floors faces many sides.
6 AM now.
Morning. the sun is shining. at the horizon.
More stress in my head.
That is my floor now.
A freaked out top of my head.
Less flow in my head now.
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