So beautiful

So beautiful,
No more responsibility,
No more burdens,
No more wanting this or that,
Carefree,
If something needs to be done,
It's done,
And that's about it,
Otherwise,
It's all just beauty,
Every single moment.

Mull over it.

There's only
Limited
Of what you can
Ingest, Add, Accrete, Engulf, Enhance, Swallow.

But there's
Infinite
Of what you cannot
Possess.

Mull over it. 

Sun

I can't take it,
It's just too much for me,
For I am just a ray,
And you are the sun,
And I can't bear,
To be one with you.
It's just so much,
Enormous energy,
I am not used to it. 

You chose to open the gate

Well,
Don't complain,
When,
You yourself,
Opened the gate,
In the first place,
And willingly,
Entered,
Knowing very well,
It was the gate,
To all things annoying.

A warning sign

You know,
Just today I discovered
That there is
A warning sign
Outside the human mind.

It says,
"Enter at you own risk,
  Suffering inside."

Sense of awe

What the mind calls
Ugly
or
Beautiful
is in actuality
Just beautiful
And is supposed to be looked at
With a sense of awe.

Human Suffering

I was so wrong
at
Directing anger
towards
People
Who shook my ego.

They were just doing me a favor.

But today I realised,
Not only were they doing me a favor,
But they were also trapped,
In the mess the human condition is.

My heart leaps out to them,
And I wish I could do something to assuage
Their suffering.

But all that comes out is
Silence,
No action.

Maybe Silence will assuage. 

Silliness

The entity that wants
Freedom,
Also wants
Conflict.

Silly entity.

Instead,
Just stop wanting.

Nothing

No thing
Can give you peace.
But,
Nothing can.

Rest already

Miles to go before I rest!
Miles to go before I rest!
Miles to go before I rest!

OK.
You've gone miles.
Now what?

Miles to go befo------

Rest.
Rest.
Rest already.

Feels like eons

Sometimes it feels
I've been here for eons
Playing this game of
Success & Failures
Wanting & Despairing.

I'm tired now.
Too many bad things have happened.
The old way of wanting is no longer working.
Because it has too many scars,
That prevents it from moving further, seeking out.
Like a child, that has grown up in the dark
Will always be afraid to come out.

UNLESS,
Something new emerges
To replace it.

I'm an old soul.
It has to go now.
And make way for
The original,
The new,
The always,
The unmanifested.

And it is already going,
Otherwise I couldn't have written this.

Space

In this universe,
There'll always be,
More Space
than
Stuff.

Don't you find that weird?
Given how much stuff
There is
In your mind.