Note: It turns out I turn on myself when I hold myself accountable to do something in a specific order, consistently, daily. It doesn’t matter if it’s poetry or sadhana, at one point the subconscious mind goes — explosive, irritated, resistant. What I’m learning about my own love for poetry is that it has changed. I don’t want to cover up the raw truth in beautiful, delightful, digestible hymns — only. I want truth, and I want all of it. What I find poetic turns out to be… most things. When I change my perception of what poetry is, and how I can write it, I am no longer as creatively dried up as I was 5 seconds ago. Now, I operate beyond expectations and in a realm of possibilities. And perhaps, this text is more poetic than the poem I am attempting to write.
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