The Real Solution

You may drop it all off
i am wrong
they are gonna be dropped off from you
Or els;
Sorrows remain sorrow
Our souls
supplanted and crystallized with mud

a soothing breeze is enough to quench the thirst for life
Your breath satisfy all the desires for pleasure

They must be cut all off someday
All dependencies I mean;
be it a candy
a drug
a vagina
or alcohol
You may pause running right and left for them
The pines elongate upwards to be free


As soon as you see
the emanation of metaphysical light
the oscillation of bellied-out waves in the octopus’ eyes
You will drop any case and plunge into your own self


Can you let them drop off please?
When the breeze whisper to move on?

I mean the he gentlemen and the ladies
of the jury
of the jewelry
of the squares
and the masters too

Here, I have ciphered a treasure for you
the effort that oceans expend on ascending vapour
is to stream rivers back to itself


As long as it is a desire outward
like the love of form
voluptuous pleasure that entails pain
like the last particle of an egg-shell from a chicken
They fall when the time comes

It is not on the outside
I mean satisfaction
It is here, home
If it was on the outside
why would a backpacker roam all this way just to get back home?


Down the road
What remains is you! The master!
kind and serene
who juts all other yous from you!

Drawn curtains
a soothing music
a morning bird song is enough
to keep you on the pinnacles;
To keep you shiny and iridescent
a reef, steeped in the wine of truth

It is inward
If not why ‘the arrived’ closed the corporal eyes?
It is hollowness
a pinhole through whom glides the breeze without noise


All
drugs and illusions
fears and sorrows will leave you alone, when you dive inward
Your teeth will unclench
Your frown will be washed away
Rivers too
unwind themselves when they go down to where they belong

When you find the inside empty,
you will see the light of kindness that brings you out
It is the kindness of space that holds the sun in the sky

With unconditional love that transcends;
misanthropes into philanthropes
grandiloquent into quiet
dispirited beggars into free-spirited kings
fears and illusions into courage and strength.


Now you may ask about Gods
‘Hell hath’… i cut their heads off until I saw the truth
Like the Gods' heads, truth cuts dependencies from you.

This is the real solution
we are lotuses sunk in a dirty lakes!.

No matter how many foreign streets we walk on
how many heart-crushing injustice we see
We shall get back home!
Behind the drawn curtains
Alone and free
yourself in your own hands
intact and clean
far from being touched by unkind forms

That’s it
My good good friend