Spiritual Aberrations E-Book

Shiva Bodhi

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 47

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Thoughts, illusions and aberrations on the path to spiritual awakening for Yogis and Buddhists.

Das E-Book Spiritual Aberrations wird angeboten von Books on Demand und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
Yoga, mystic, Konzepte, Enlightenment, Meditation

Leseprobe

Contents

Disappear

Give me a kiss

Hear you

Remains

And the day is wasted again

The end is already near

Or do you have me and are popular

The search and the attempt

Certainly have drummed well

Go home and become the night

Raised to look to the near future

Sense makes that

And are also sometimes lost

Are

This is how it is

And the church bells are ringing

And sometimes well attended

And yet you lose yourself

And you are dead

Too deep

Sense

Disengage and slip off

Particularly reassuring is the farewell

Everything has a meaning

Let

And we continue to search

Future

And go when you want

The beginning is made again

At

The nest is empty

The chant sounds high

Being disabled

How well can you wait

Days and evenings pass

Entangled

What is then

There is no mercy

And finally resign

Or yet further

A fertile head world

From

Find

Or are you already quite

For the silence is appropriate there

Die slowly

The stomach growls

And a new beginning

And the respect increases

And hopefully does not turn blue

What a sentence

Or the evening of life

Buttoned up

Alone now

And also nothing more thought out for the day

And look away

Out goes the day

Night

Thank you and amen

But the past is the past

Summer is already here

This is good after all

Maybe also eat

All conversations in the head are then for the fishes

Or not

Are simple

An eternal repetition

Or everything will be fine again

And run in circles

The backpack only gets heavier

Good sentences are not lost

New supplied

And have nothing else

The toilet paper is used up

And again the rule was broken

A short laugh

And you have the sleep

No problem and ready

And yet this is also good again

Pay

A voracious worm fights his way through

There's plenty to be happy about

At least on some days

Sing a song

Be well fallen

Losing yourself in feelings

Caught

And nodded

A very real nod

Addicted

The pleasure disappears

Some things are good

Have swallowed well

And fall asleep

Wind up the reveries and then go out

Erased

Really

Fart

Now does the now no good

It often comes a quick out

And comes to an end

The beginning is made

The heart calms down

Or lose

One way or another

Around and but

You are already something

From the good hours

Take it all and unite

It remains a hit

And tomorrow comes again

Heavy

Then the day would be perfect

Simply promised

Where is the final written

Murderer

And why don't you admit yourself

Why not

Disappear

Have well understood and have a clear opinion, ignore the discarded monkeys for a short time, the kicked thoughts do not have to take over, tomorrow is also another day. We believe in miracles, miraculous coincidences and divine chance. The day after tomorrow will bring salvation, take heart and strike your r restlessness, fill your lungs with pure alpine air and look at your life. And like the image and love and fight like an opinion maker, believe in values and do not see crazy monkeys as brothers. We mean that, and need that very much, and yet will disappear too quickly.

Give me a kiss

Obviously I aged, quickly and without having done great things, still dreaming of the big day, no one can know what will happen to me and maybe you. The shopping carts at our place were always more than full, the indomitable pose once again and are not seen. The world responded quite well to me, but never ordered special things or asked for anything. There is nothing to ask, the expansion of consciousness does not tickle and who wants to discover the day with us. Time passes almost too slowly, catching up with oneself is impossible. Confided secrets are divulged as always and the most intimate becomes the joke of the day. The old also bring nothing, the young think of the moment or not at all, and already again reteach and mope and no longer necessarily want to be there. Hide well and no one will find you, a sadness, a laugh of a spectator, hope never dies, so they say. The horror came with the hangover, the toilet bowl was too far away and the hunger will probably be gone for the next while, and the know-it-all continued to watch over the essentials and quickly joked once. I feel sick. Horribly nauseous. Without manhood there is no sense in displaying it and the roosters talked, powerless, about the future. Everything slipped away, the finger pointing and the head shaking. Again nothing was understood, for whom also. Give me a kiss.

Hear you

Take care of you

Won't wound you

Have no head

For all the thoughts

You sing a song

And fly through the air