Ardent

Ardent

A Poem by Ben

Ardent and adamantine strong,
the deepest mind, the deepest learning it has, which the best teaching is for
strength of it, from, by, its being fluid and perfectly poised like air, like water
It is made of the stuff that can so easily be dispelled, 
so light like the state of a dream, that it may easily be whisked away 
like smoke in a still room, when exposed to the force of sudden moving air  
with an instants new perception, reflection, information, data
if you want the results, so much % of this needs to be, you're willing to change
and the great thing about it, is that its designed to, it is built made to be capable of this
of course, we are also capable of being tricked, its why high iq people are less manipulable, 
and why thus, they know they should not
what is it, it is the spirit, it is awareness, it is (the) theta waves, 
ardent awareness, and intuitive knowingness, 良知 innate knowledge, sentipensante, feel-thinking
ataraxia, penetrate things for knowledge, penetrates my time, my bliss, my peace
my mind
man is pure potential, man is raw potential, we get in the way of us, we are our own worst enemy 
but at the same time
we're paranoid, cause we're skeptical and smart, get called conspiracy theorists, cause we doubt lies
the truth is complicated, but there are some who are walking in the conceit of the utter truth and their pristine perspicacious clairvoyance and omniscience, and some who don't, who are not, thats the only adamantinely single dichotomy, which has only two classes, no third choices, and no sophist answers possible, there is no third category, you either don't know, and know you don't know, or you don't know and don't know that you don't know
because the truth is ever more, and you never escape your kernel
except the available amount in knowing awareness of, from where you are looking, then you escape it a little. 
in fits, but especially when you listen to the, your deepest knowing, and your deepest understanding and learning,
where perhaps it is you also know your spirit your awareness and everything else, has this potential, has this possibility for itself, of itself, where everything you are, everything that is, all become clear, becomes one thing you are aware of, and suddenly you can manage, get around, go around the mountain, sidestep yourself, see the key and the heart and the essence, but i doubt you'll remember it, i doubt you'll hold on to it, those sweet words, phrases, syntax or wording, 
I'm suspicious of you're ability, when it comes, when those moments come, to ever hold on to something so beautifully airy and peaceful and perfect, as a harmony, clearness and direct line with truth and life
This is all bad writing, I know, consider it like a lame journal entry, like al of my poems, one day ill down size and refine them down. Suffice it to say, 'properly conceived' is a misnomer, it can only ever be more properly conceived that anyone usually gets. There seems to me to be a common conceitedness, no one should arrogantly, definitively, authoritatively, tell you or act like they know the truth, some people get away with it, but only insomuch as insofar as they are plainly and unmistakably and assailingly good and on their way and keen, and i feel there is still always some resentment held. 
"your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find the barriers within yourself, that you've built against it." Rumi
"to forget what is not easily forgotten and to remember what is easily forgotten, is a case of true oblivion." Chuang Tzu, who also says our minds are always 'pre-occupied'

© 2018 Ben


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Added on September 30, 2018
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Ben
Ben

Portland, CO



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