Refinement

To the extent
We remain
In our own mind
Flawless to the injustice
Released from the drama of tongues
Tongues found out with their guts
Not their heart

Excitement
A cause for simultaneous relaxation
When sleep and a rush are combined
In the moment
Yoga

In the world
A cause for defeat
Being of the world
Felt sweet
Until the bitterness of defeat

Suffering caused intractable marks
Intractable
Till the holy fire came
And lifted it away
Changed you to your first memory

So
Released from a flaw
The release of sexual tension
The doubt
We come back to the same breath

The same breath
The same end to violence
Found in breathing's tones
Of color
Breathing speaks in tones of nonviolence
Urging you to do the same

The sparks
Oh the sparks
Of holy fire
Are everywhere
Touch touch
Its easy
We speak of release
The shadows of reason
Follow the choices we make
But some choices remain
A regret
A worldy matter concerned with benefit
While the concern labels itself
Apart from you
It separates from the flow
The important parts

Importance not measured
Or gained
Rather felt
Intrinsically

The whole thing
Golden

Before the memories
I remember now
How it felt
Not truly

My perception
Of the engagement
Set the terms
I rendered
As the choices I made
Became faith

And as that perception changed
So did the terms
And the choices I made

For to do what
For a goal of some sort
The motivation deeper
Than blood

Try something
Motivated
By grains of pleasure
Refined and pure
We hold ourselves
To laws of reason
Not reasons of refinement
And I say
The answer didn't take a question
It spoke in limited tones
To that which issued forth
Before it

Perceptually anew
Fresh lines of thought
A mental buzz
To think thoughts out

Now we feel
Removed from the excess
Which previously
Colored our days
In shades of luxury
Doubtful luxury
Followed by confidence
In the melody
Coming from your body
Has a specific tone
Mixing with yours

The melody mixes it all away
And the rhythm
Is realized
As a part of the flow
And as I melt
I feel removed from anything resembling
Discomfort

Knowledge no longer based on memories
But rather the energy
Felt intuitively

Humble and sick
Rare do they meet
In the same being
In their purest states

The purest state of action
Is heaven
And that state below
Caresses
Leading upward

Action action for to speak of action we act
And in reverse
We ponder too much

I think I found the perfect delay
Between actions
And the codes
Relayed

Its found in the balance
Of smooth
Interjection
Of attitude
Motivations underneath

The refinement found
Easy enough
Understand easy
Is it more refined to speak
or to act?
The balance always
In the delay
As silence gives way
To conversation
Truth parlays
Reason
Mediating
The words we say

And in the truth
Was found strength
Despite the balance
Of delay