Anthony Cavuoti

Reifies A Deeper Portion Of Our Individual Subjective Depths, That Resonate In Us For Eternity. - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti

That is, For better and worse or both, how we felt before birth, intra uterusly, as an infant, as a child are the impressions we carry for the rest of our life. Blessed our those that go through life with this tale wind. But the vast majority of of us have a headwind, dealing with so called loved ones hostel, and ambiguous attitudes right from the start. The damage is made and set for life. Denial of this only makes for a life of distortions and illusions that is a life of denial. We end up believing we are in love with our distortions. We destroy each other by trying to make our distortions work. We go to work for our distortions, we marry our distortions, we idealize are distortions. That is why we self-destruct. That is why you have so many symptoms. That is why you're depressed. Is why you drink so much. Is why you are on medications. That is why you are so irritated. That is why you want so much materialistically, in a vain attempt to fill is void. But we want to be with someone that loves us for us, as we really are, who excepts us when we are in our real emotional states. Think about that, how real that is. We need to be with Someone that loves us not for what we project which takes constant effort, which is not the self but an effort of the self; to flourish we need someone that sees us, that except that cherishes us for how we really are, in our default mold, which is our early impressions. Which for most of us is not a pretty picture. The active persona that we cultivate later in life is our representative. The more our representative represents us, and not our ideal self, the more real satisfaction we will experience. It takes wisdom, intellect, and a deep desire to live your life to except this. Your life could seem to be very successful, very interesting but if it is not your life, you have no real life. First we have to see ourselves. We cannot see our own eyes in our own face. So we need to be around people that really love us for us.

A Big house can not make up for lack of authenticity.
Sex all the time, will not make up for lack of authenticity.
All the money in the world will never make up for lack of authenticity.
All the fame in the world cannot make up for lack of authenticity.

This distorted and jaded imprinting that we have for life is not a tragedy, it is a constant reminder not to play the game so much where you take it as real, it enables you to see it as it is, a distorted part of a process, yours is not to master the game instead it is to remake the game, to increase its range of human expression, to make it more human, too deepen it and expand the definition of humanity, even if the world does not want to play our game which is not a game, we live our truth anyways for a portion of the world that is ready to free them self, we make our own pocket of sanity. This forces us to tap deeper into a higher self, to be more attuned to our debts self, too more fully identify with our deeper nature, the layers of us that are not born in this life and that do not dissolve in his life, instead this dimension of us, increases through this life. This side of us is closer to our core. The more we live authentically from such debts the more we reifies a deeper portion of our individual subjective depths, that resonate in us for eternity. When we are true to our core, we now only tranforn our very life, we set the conditions, we set the switches for you high or human faculties to emerge, this allowed others to more fully manifest their uniqueness, less distractions, less distortions, less materialistic and ornamentation.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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