When I can’t hear my soul’s whispers, she has to shout.

Obsessive passions rise unbidden in
My heart, distract me from the work I try
To do. And yet I don’t succumb or cry —
I struggle, though I know I cannot win.

My gratitude for life has lost its way
I only seek escape from what I feel.
It’s thus I’ve disconnected from the real —
I sense there’ll be a price to pay.

How did I come to be so out of touch?
The subtle intuitions I’ve ignored
And overridden with my keen left brain
Have spoken louder, begged and then implored,
Continually cranking up the gain
And all to let me know: I think too much.

— JJM, from the Poetry of Oneness

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Heylm Hylian

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