Cleaning 🧹

Entropy is the general trend of the universe toward death and disorder. I feel like without intentions your mind will constantly revert back to this state of disorder. Things like consistency and discipline helps not only decrease the amount of disorder but also help combat entropy. It’s an upward battle seemingly pointless because you’re moving like Sisyphus.

I wrote a poem the other day while I was doing the poem a day challenge with Piph. It’s called Dig Deeper 1 and 2. 

dig deeper 1 

Dig Deeper
Get to the root
there’s sun on the leaves
and water in the fruit
bugs in the flower

dig deeper
Get to the core
a heart on fire
lungs under water
butterflies in my stomach

dig deeper
hit rock bottom
it’s beautiful
the surface don’t seem too far
seeds don’t ask for permission to grow
they just need the right space.

dig deeper 2 

that’s a lot of shit to shovel
he said
standing in a world
in his own head
monsters marauding about
all they do is eat walk and shit.
consumers.
as he can clearly see
clearly smell.
everything you consume
has to come back out.
it smell like dead dreams and broken promises in here
and monster shit ain’t fertilizer
it’s acid
slowly eating away at your soil.
eating away at your soul.

that’s a lot of shit to shovel
he said
in a world in his own head
but then he thought
getting rid of the shit
don’t get rid of the rot.
you gotta go to the root.
so he dug.
filth on his denim jumpsuit
he thought about how he could use a hug
the power of friendship and love
about how their still titans above
eating away at his peace,
feeding on his lust,
there was no fertile ground.
but still he dug
and dug
and dug

that’s a lot of dirt to shovel
he said in a head in his own world
he jabbed his shovel into the ground
but this impact had a different sound
the clang match the recoil and he fell back
even the monsters felt that
fully alert now they had a mission
stop him.
they poured puke into the ground and jumped into the hole it made.
their hands turned into blades and they dug,
swimming through the earth.
he felt their blood lust and the earthquake.
he brushed off the dust and revealed a box.
it opened and showed a bottle

inside the bottle was a mustard seed 

so small he could barely see it.

he broke the glass that he placed his faith in so long ago 

and shoved the seed into the dirt just a second away before the titans could apply any more hurt 

but by grace he was protected. He looked through his A force field of faith 

and saw the monsters foaming at the mouth… teams of them screaming clawing to find a way in. But they couldn’t. 

I’ll do a dig deeper part 3 in another post.  But all this to say it’s really easy to not give a fuck. To just let life happen. To let what you consume, consume you. But often times the things that we NEED requires real work. Actions. Intentional actions. Moves. So it might seem pointless, crazy even. But insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Maybe try something else this time? Try a different way up the mountain. Faith without work is dead. So create life through the decisions and actions you take.