Have no identity, this is the highest form of wisdom, not becoming.
Because becoming or being is a crystallization, and all types of labeling is connected to the ego.
So become not, die every moment, this is what theses so called “wise” people mean, to change, move, or you rot.
The moment you give yourself an identity is the moment you die, one has to become so egoless that you almost become invisible, unnoticed, because the ego is seeking visibility, form, become unnoticed and so you become part of everything else in existence. I’m sorry to say this but there is no focus point, life is peripheral, the idea of being special is wrong, you’re not special, there’s no standing out, everything in life is equal, you’re no different from an insect, an ant, a spec of dust or a grain of sand, or anything.

Heartbreak, the epicenter of mans transition into the world of poetry.
It is here his life is shaken, here he trembles and quakes, here the shock waves radiate.
Here man explodes and words erupt out of his core like lava through a mountain, here each sheet of paper is colored in his soul, here his heart burns and his true emotions are manifested.

We imprison plants to small amounts of dirt within vases, and when the plant grows big and branch out beyond our satisfaction we cut and trim them down, maim and mutilate them, that is the standard.
We were once connected to nature but now we’ve become too civilized, and since we can not be in nature we try to bring nature to us, we try to tame nature.
We do everything to make our lives more attractive, the ego is the tree that is decorated in all our desires, we need to be stripped of our embellishments.
We domesticate animals so that we can live with them, because w’ve been domesticated ourselves. We’ve lost touch with the natural ways, this is why we feel sick, our lives are artificial.
And so we do this with dogs and animals, we breed them to perform for us, disable them to help us when we’re disabled, or because we find them cute and desire these physical treats, so they grow up with health issues.
We feel imprisoned ourselves, that is why we try to imprison everything else. Everything we do, we do it with motive, we want to profit from everything that we’re doing, and so we plant trees to be in their shadows.
We grew sick the  moment we gave power to our thoughts.
And now we’ve imprisoned ourselves to our beliefs and doctrines, to our knowledge and understanding, not knowing that what we’re trying to follow is just ourselves, and like a dog trying to bite its own tail, we go in circles.

My dear friend, do not seek perfection, it is but an illusion, a man made mirage.
They say a gem can not be polished without friction, but a gem is already beautiful whatever form or shape it has taken, it does not need polishing or friction to become more alluring, and to who?
What are these standards, do not force yourself one way, when all ways are possible, you do not have to trim your branches, do not cut off your limbs, each petal, each leaf is beautiful whatever way they have chosen to grow, cherish these offshoots and do not be ashamed of them, these are not your flaws, they are part of your ever being, do not let the fixing become a fixation, there’s nothing wrong with you, only right.

Like some forests we generate our own rain, our own pain and sadness, but surely everything is in need of watering.

So be sad if you must, let these clouds gather, let them darken your days, let the drops fall, as it pours rivers shall form upon your face.

Be sad if you must, let these tears be of nourishment, for your mind, your body and soul, and over time these little seeds within you will be watered and start to grow.

Inside you all sorts of positivity will bloom, similar to flowers, to trees, to shrubs, and there you will lie within the garden of gardens, with peace and love.

Similar to waves or rivers, we can only move forward when we’re changing, or else there’s no progress... else we become stagnant and rot where we are clinging to everything we’ve been gathering.
All that we carry holds us down, in life there’s nothing to hold on to, this only adds to our weight, not allowing us to move on, we become heavier and heavier.
We’re here to experience, to see and touch but not to claim anything for our own, because nothing belongs to us, not even ourselves.
When we put back everything that we have been carrying, each day we become lighter and lighter, thus like a feather we float through life unencumbered, and then living would not be as harsh as we think it is.

There are layers to life, from a membrane covering a nucleus to the skin covering our bodies, or to earths own atmospheric layers protecting our planet.
Each part of another body of work, but all part of the same one.
Circles within circles, these are our homes, each enveloping the other.
We’re but mere atoms within this universal body, part of another movement, where you think you live depends upon the level of your ignorance, there’s but one home.