Frightened and afraid

The incessant thoughts drumming

A marching band of energy and noise

Screaming and running

A body at rest

But a mind that can’t stop moving

This constant conflict

Rages on

Day by day

Exhaustion from the mind

Courses through the body

One must stop

Or the other must go

But how can you choose

When it’s not easy to control either?

A mismatch that shapes every waking moment

A reality that’s difficult, yet beautiful

A complexity that is sometimes regarded in a negative light

When our minds and bodies

Are not synchronous

But the world demands they should be

The society is built in such a way

That values efficiency and order

With perfect angles

And straight lines

The natural world follows different patterns

A larger web of connection

Much more than the simplicity we’ve constructed

Both in conflict

Like the mind and body in a state of dissolution

The natural world gradually shifts

At a different pace than the built world

Trees grow taller and wider

Buildings remain stagnant

Holding onto a sense of familiarity and comfort

Yet another moral conundrum

A world that remains in a state of cognitive dissonance

A single body

Just a microcosm of our built reality

But we’ve chosen this paradox

And laid down this path

Attempting to simplify chaos

Because it’s too much for our minds to handle

Complexity frustrates

Order organizes

But we must ask ourselves

If order is the goal

Or if it simply helps us understand

Create meaning and precise definitions

Put life into boxes

Much as we do with ourselves

Physically in the houses we create

The offices we work in

The time and energy we trade for phones and computers

Metaphorically in the concept of self and ego

The personality traits and job descriptions

Sectioning off our endless minds

Because we’re too afraid to stare into the abyss

It has no underlying meaning

Rather, it exists

The universe experiencing itself

Too difficult to handle

But underneath it all

Is pure awareness

No right or wrong

The one who struggles with an overactive mind

Is just a manifestation of the divine

The person we think we should be

Is already the person we are

Existing uncomfortably

Just the build up of excess energy

Matter held together for a brief moment in time

Before the energy escapes and takes on a different form

Neither good nor bad

All inconsequential

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