Idealization

IDEALIZATION

Sometimes, I hate the idealization of feeling’s, ideas, and thoughts.
It interferes with the actuality, the feeling sense...
...THE REFLECTION OF LIFE.
Life is always so naturally being itself.
Let’s not FUCK IT UP...
...with an ideal of it.

Let’s really NOTICE IT...
...REALLY NOTICE IT
Let it get down in us...
...below the surface of doing and going’s.
DROP DOWN...
. ..below the automation of our lives into the primal of life.
Laugh at our absolute state of childish innocence.
The more we notice life...
...The more we are simply life
We don’t have a plan.
There is not a certain way to be in another time than this.
This is no ideal of a previous imagined plan.
THIS IS...
...ME
Always adrift...
...Always moving.
Ideals don’t get you into this drift.
...THE REAL drift
...the REAL movement
Only the noticing that not only are we like that drift
...WE ARE IT!
Moving as it moves.
Only interested in movement.
Not knowing there is a place to go.
I’m tired of the idealization of that movement.
This silly childish innocence.
This movement... ...It knows nothing about destination.
IT KNOWS ONLY MOVEMENT.
This is where we are standing.
...STANDING STILL

God, never for a simple moment have I ever been busy.
Yes, I have been moving but I never busy... I leave all that for idealist’s.