We could imagine life and death as day and night, being awake and falling asleep. Throughout our active lives we go through a lot mentally, physically and emotionally, so it is only right that we must close our eyes when the night comes, it is only right that we must die, in life only death could ever give us true rest.

The root of all your problem lies in thinking that you’re important, our idea of importance is completely wrong. Also, you’re scared that you’re not important, so you rely on religion or any fantasy possible for comfort. The idea is to never ever feel more important than anything that exists here with you, not even a spec of dust or a grain of sand. You must be humbled to the core. Because that we “think” that we can “think”, we’ve created an illusion that we have a bigger purpose than everything else existing, we’re trying to separate ourselves from life, but we’re but a limb that we’re trying to pull apart, so we hurt ourselves. Become humble, I’m not trying to sound wise or anything, this is honest honesty, the more humble you become, the easier life will get, because you are trying to be in control, thus you interfere with nature. Control is like straining of muscles, contraction, it is rigid, anything that does not move or integrate, rots,  letting go is like the dissolvement of ice in water, you become one with the thing, so you don’t have carry yourself, it actually carries you. So we try to understand and figure things out, but the true truth is that you’re part of the figure. I’ll quote Manly P. Hall, he said, “We’re the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves, but we’re also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

Alone in my room late, I’m ruminating, the lunar light shines through the window, everything is illuminated, thoughts streaming, stimulus, rejuvenation, if I can not sit alone quiet, then I defy the human nature, there’s a window through which I view the matrix, a human cage, the principle was union, but like wild flowers, our limbs are getting cut, pruned and mutilated, maybe a few can make it, so I apply the knowledge that I’ve accumulated, too much civilization makes sick animals, now I stand under what Jung was stating, there’s is no future to which you can make it, all i see though this hole is human enslavement, but like birds, you’ve become resigned the monotony of captivity, servitude and subjugation, I sit back and watch how all of you behaving, but I’m accused of laziness as soon I say this, this illusion based world that I refuse to engage in, but the hatred that lies in the heart of my peers will never pierce my heart, the truth is sacred, why would I walk the path that you’ve paved me.

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.