What are you addicted to?
Many Cycles Spinning
All left by the way-side
One time or another
Save The One
that Pulses Endlessly
that Beats the Heart
that Saved my Life
The Want of Wisdom
It is, i suppose, an addiction.
Some Definitions there of:
**a state of being dependent on a certain substance, which is harmful or dangerous for the physical or mental health of the person, for his social well-being and economical functioning of the subject
**A behavioral syndrome characterized by the repeated, compulsive seeking or use of a substance despite adverse social, psychological, and/or physical consequences, and a need for an increased amount of the substance, as time goes on, to achieve the same effect. ...
**A behavioral pattern characterized by compulsion, loss of control, and continued repetition of a behavior or activity spite of adverse consequences.
These seem to fit.
I am dependent on a substance (Love, Elan Vital, Cosmic Energy), which has, at times, been detrimental to my physical and mental health (i've gone through fastings that may have pushed the envelope a bit; and the feeling of insanity doesn't, seemingly, help mental health much).
I Seek this substance despite the probable social complications it brings e.g. difficulty communicating, feelings of isolation- of paranoia, having to be very careful what one says etc.
and I keep coming (& going) back for more, even with all that!!
but Really,
i can't complain.
Doest the foot complain of the shoe on a rocky road?
Doest the hand complain of the glove on a wint'ry day?
Doest the sapling complain of the Giant on a blust'ry day?
the foot & shoe
the hand & glove
the sap & Giant
Each is I, and these are You-
both,
as WE
If not for this want,
nay, NEED,
i would surly have met Lord Death
busted and broken,
likely by my own hand.
Thanks to these mini,
continuous, deaths:
to pain, to negativity, to fear;
i can Live, in Peace,
Here & Now.
All of these barriours come & go- never sticking around quite long enough to know- but then they come back (if only hanging around on the shoulder)
but there, they're just funny little cartoons dancing and singing.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH!!
:-)
The lips of the righteous teach many,
But fools die for want of wisdom.
The rich man wealth is in his city;
Do you hear, do you hear, can you understa-and?!
Destruction of the poor, is poverty;
Destruction of the soul, is vanity.
The righteous' wealth is in his Holy Pla-ace.
do you hear?
Those who have eyes, to see will see!
/break/
The rich man wealth is in his city;
do you hear, do you believe, do you understand?!
Destruction of the poor is poverty.
Destruction of the soul is vanity,
well hear me children!
The righteous' wealth is in his Holy Pla-ace!

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