so not this intellectual pursuit

sometimes, i find myself meditating with my nose so far in the air, i get a crick in my neck. this love gets all self righteous. this spiritual ego is not progress, it's just renewing itself. and i'm spewing myself all over everyone, mocking humble from way up there above you, like that's some better place to be. and wondering how i got so lonely. and wondering how you got so astray. never realizing i'm the one who's lost. sucked into this void. fucked for avoiding the wonder that you are. teacher, teacher, everywhere. 

stop talking.

action loud.