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Self discovery and let go of everything you cant control. Freeing ourselves |
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 |