|05-11-2007, 04:09 PM||#1|
Join Date: Aug 2007
I know not the keys, know not the locks!
I weirdly stay away from others;
Unless their presence impales or smothers:
Upon my self, hidden away, from fear - Of contact? Of love? Of darkness banished?
Of not being able to carry on a relevant conversation-
I shun others for reasons I canít say;
Or think. Or understand!
God wants me to:
Wait until they come to me?
I may wait a long time, Not knowing what I have missed.
And then fight with myself for missing it-
For being so upright and correct, I allowed
The River of Life to flow by me, uncaring, but desperately searching
For I know not what?
A sign from above?
The perfect love?
The perfect hate?
Am I too late?
Or too early?
Who cares, anyway?
Do you? Do I? Does anyone?
The way of the hermit is fraught with self:
Thatís all there is:
Me! Myself! I!
If there were others I must needs change:
Horror of horrors!
To be different than I am, an improvement;
Why fight so hard to remain unchanged?
Frustrated? Desperate? Iron-clad, hide-bound
Inside of this skin that will not loosen.
To let the soul rampage about; just a little;
To go past the fear to the fun!
What new fears await?
Beyond the egoís gate?
Beyond the thrall of restricted self?
Of a life lived upon the shelf?
Whither? Whither? Whither?
Is the way out of THE BOX???
|05-11-2007, 04:32 PM||#2|
Join Date: Jan 2007
There are neither good nor bad qualities in the self. The self is free from all quality. If there is unity then there will also be duality. The numeral one gives rise to other numbers. The truth is neither one nor two. It is as it is. - Ramana Maharshi
When you access that level of awareness, there is an answer to everything, so long as you don't ask the question. Or, looking from another angle, there are no answers because there are no questions.- David Icke