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I have no more words,
the truth I've loved and scorned, like a star in the sky not knowing it was the most intimate part of me. I have no more words, for you I have only loving silence, which reaches no matter when and where, if we let it in, if we let it in. I have no more words, night turns to day and with the sun a new opportunity also arises; I will seize the day, but will you my friend? I have no more words, it would be an insult, a cruelty to pretend not to see what always remains and not to tell you, just in case. I have no more words, no more myths or stories, only the fact of my existence and what it stirrs up in me. I have no more words, my essence is naked, it always was, all my pain and delusion as I let it go, gone with the wind. I have no more words, not despite the silence but because of it I wish to allow it through me completely. I have no more words, there is only loving silence I can give you only silence to help ease your pain.
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The story unfolds
slowly I waiting for the shift that never comes and the moment is never right if only there was no no but why then silence? where the answers? the day turns to night there's a change but not the one I had hoped for I choose to pain today amidst the miserable and the dandy thoughts a fog I can't see through the fear deep down I try to look away the grudge kicks in I resent my own existence the walls start rising the fountain of life seemingly depleting if I could reach beyond myself feel beyond myself know beyond myself to be beyond myself can't I? shouldn't I? I am waiting for the crossroads I know it's there I know it's coming but what if it isn't? my focus shakes I crumble tumbling trying failing no relief no relief the breath fastens I can't remain be still alone alone alone with my thoughts alone o deliver me from my thoughts! I wake up the day begins yet another day? In this tyranny of thought there is no hope for beggars actors dismissed as puppets there is no redeption only struggle and the toil of survival, Is this it? Will the sun not come? Will it not shine on them upon? Will it forget me? Will I remain alone? This can't be all there is. This can't be all there is. Where have we gone wrong? Is this what was intended? Is this how it is supposed to be? This tyranny of thought that weighs us down like an anchor. Is there a space beyond thought? Beyond the material, the immaterial? Is this hope in vain? Is there no proof to faith sustain? Is faith a beacon of truth? Or a sign of ignorance? Are we not in need of cradling? Have we not begged and prayed for a redeemer? And waited, waited without hope. Are we not made in its image? Are we but chance, but scum? Why would we conceive of such thing as sacred? If it didn't respond to a sense of divinity? What did we know then that we have forgotten today? What do we know today that was unknown back then? Do they not tie together? Is one not the result of the other? Who is lying, pretending? Not wrong, but incomplete! This can't be all there is! How could this have come to be without there being a place of origin?! Why in it's absence do we feel alone and afraid? Can it ever be absent? What are thoughts but the illusion of separateness from it?? If I were to believe only them and not the space in which they play their games I would go mad! What terrible claustrophobia would ensue! Reduced to a whim, a silent word, a spec of consciousness, nothing! But is that true nothingness? Is that complete experience? The war lives in thought, is fought in the mind. The tyranny of thought tries to prevent us from letting go. What are we letting go into? What abyss may one imagine? Are we not the abyss on which the mountain of thought is grown? Are we not the beholder, and not only what is held? Thought never dies, but we can choose to surrender our attachement to it. Thought always tries, but there is no need to try, simply to be. In an endless spiral of confusion do most people live. For their damned thoughts is the only home they have to return to. Is that not true? What solace can one find, in a life ruled by chance and chaos, in a mind where there is no order, in a heart left unfelt, in a soul not yet discovered! To the tyranny of thought, the flag of surrender I say! To a life beyond thought the end for which all strife is made! In a new light I rise with the sun today! |