I don’t know what this is, spoken poetry or what not. Sometimes, I just write down what’s flowing, and the meaning shows up days later.
I will give your mind the capacity to imagine and create. I will also give your mind the wanderings in pursuit of your wants.
I will give your mind the power to carve your universe by crafting perceptions of great depths. I will also give your mind the baggage of your biases.
I will give your mind the wisdom to observe yourself. I will also blind your mind to your identity.
And within you, I will sow the seed of choice. And I will bestow on you the suffering you deserve to find it.