Каша в голове, или Воспитание и пропаганда

Интервал между мыслями

Интервал: в него попал,
Задержись и отдохни!
Придержи эмоций вал,
Только в неге не засни.   

Часть Духовного Пути
Сей нехитрый опыт. В нём
Можно многое найти.
Упражняйся, с каждым днём

Множа Чуткость, ведь её
Не хватает в Мире Лжи —
Так отринешь всё Гнильё,
Станешь лишь Душе служить.

А служение Душе,
Не уму, Познанья цель.
Остальное — Зла клише:
Купишься — твой путь на мель.

На мели безумный мир —
Единицы лишь в Пути:
Интроспекция кумир
Там единый, то учти.




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Interval Between Thoughts

Interval—you're caught inside,
Pause a moment, take a rest.
Hold emotions, tame the tide,
But don’t slumber—stay your best.

Simple lesson, yet profound,
Part of walking Spirit’s way.
Precious insights can be found,
Train your soul with each new day.

Sharpened senses—grow them keen,
Truth is scarce where Falsehood thrives.
Cast off all that proves unclean,
Let the Soul alone decide.

Serving Soul—your truest aim,
Not the mind or knowledge vain.
Else you fall to Evil’s frame,
Trapped and stranded—lost again.

Stranded, madness fills the land,
Few still walk the narrow trail.
Self-reflection guides their hand—
Only that will serve you well.



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Dao Ciao

"Following Dao, day by day one loses."
— Laozi, Dao De Jing, 5th century BCE


Dao Ciao—say goodbye
To the world you used to know,
Fear and lies—just let them die,
Or a fool is all you’ll go.

Letting go is not enough—
Let despair consume your soul!
Like a venom, sharp and rough,
For the leaving spares no role.

No return—the road is rotten,
What you flee is filth and fraud.
Only one regret: how often
You were fooled by hollow gods.

Ciao! Ciao! Run, don’t waver,
Never turn your head to see.
Laozi lied—the Dao’s no savior,
Hell’s no place for wisdom’s seed.

Dao Ciao—the sole transition,
Leave this nightmare, don’t relent.
Hell is false—its dark magician
Runs a wicked experiment.

Rats escape the twisted mazes,
Fools remain and praise their chains.
Reason’s card no longer plays—
Madness tightens on their brains.

Leave the madhouse, no delaying,
Run before you’re turned to swine!
Fools don't curse the beasts they're braying,
Yet the Beast is their design…



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Каша в голове, или Воспитание и пропаганда

Ложим ложь мы в котелок.
Варим. Каша будет в срок.
Мало этого — поджарим.
Ум получим — глупой твари.




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Porridge in the Head, or Upbringing and Propaganda

Grains of lie tossed in pot.
Boil them. The mess is hot.
That’s not all—we’ll fry it too.
Brains had formed — thoughts is few.



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