Mind over matter,
The stones are there for the counting,
but our brains won’t let them be turned over.
We’re blocked from fear,
An endless ego arrayed.
To protect us;
To keep us safe.
To debase our emotional response.
The slightest negative, and the anger flares up the throat,
Until you’re spitting.
Spitting projections, your recollections.
I’m alright, you’re contrite.
It’s they’re fault, and you’re rubbing the salt.
But what are we learning, where’s your journey?
Your progress, don’t digress just so you can catch your breath.