No, disagreeing with me could be other things less disgusting.

To admit that conditions exist.
To insist that conditions exist
It's a difference between acceptance and adamance.

Apparently, you have looked at yourself “with judgment in ALL phases” and find yourself excellent in all. Congratulations on your feeling of moral excellence. You must feel very content in that knowledge. If I were to mention the concept of delusion in this connection, you would say it does not apply to you because you are morally excellent and therefore free from delusion. So I’ll only say that when I back away from myself and observe, I often find moral and other imperfections, (things that are not excellent), and I find that my initial apartness and nonjudgment aid in deriving solutions.
Have a contented day.

I’m afraid you have chosen to confuse two obviously different things. Obviously, for two reasons - because the poem does not imply your assertion - and again because I already told you this. Still, I try for patience in these matters and will address your comment. This partly due to your expressed admiration shown through a slight deviation you describe as being ashamed of me.

The serenity of which I speak results from separating myself from myself to the extent that I observe my emotions without judgment. After having done this, I find myself in position to evaluate my actions and emotions and to make corrections if needed. These are the two processes, which you have chosen to unite and call, “ignore all your failings in exchange for peace of mind.” If you would like further information, I recommend, “Contentment – Wisdom from around the world,” by Gillian Stokes, not alone by any means, as many of us from many perspectives have reached this conclusion.

Sad, knowing all we are is regurgitations, specks of excriment. The difference between us lies in admission or insistance, like Dark Angel, that we are in some way excellent.

Thanks, Paul.

Actually, smaller than D, but thanks.

As an observer of myself, I do not divorce myself from responsibility. How could you be so naïve as to deduce that? “Condemnation. Punishment. Lowliness.”? How on earth do you gather such conclusions from a person observing herself? Whether you mean them as recommendations or observations doesn’t matter. The observer within me does not “pat herself on the back.” You score 0 for 3.

she sliced off his penis
fried it in grease
served it for breakfast
said, have a piece

Excited yet?

"In deference to Dovina's sensibilities": Staggering about laughing whilst punching keys and sipping wine is not conducive to . . . trying to bite, trying, ok, done.

or "gouging out my eyes"

I see that it would sound more somber and mysterious in past tense. I just might do that.

Forgiven. May I suggest that if you completely revise a poem, it might be best to post it as a new poem, while not deleting the old version. You could call it XXX (version 2) or something.

Perhaps both of your standpoints are grounded upon a difference of viewpoint. Morality would come into play if I (the observer) were looking at someone else. Past tense would make sense if I were remembering history. Since the observer and the observed are both parts of the same person (as I was thinking when I wrote it) the scene is ongoing, both past and present.

I think we each have a part of ourselves that remains detached and open to whatever emerges within our lives. When the mind becomes used to such disconnected freedom, previously suppressed feelings may surface and can be evaluated objectively. I try to calmly observe without judgment. Each emotion will pass like a cloud in the sky to this observer part of me. When I truly become present without judgment, serene acceptance and deep contentment follow.

The converse is also true. If I judge myself harshly, condemn or punish for imagined failings, I undermine contentment. It’s part of an ongoing process of accepting myself with the same compassion I would show a child.