I’m all alone in this big world.
I don't’ fit in like the rest of you.
I don’t get seen or even heard.
I’m a lost ghost without a goal in this ‘life’.

Wondering all around with no destination.
I notice everything and everyone.
Am I even real?
But why am I in this world?

I wish I could feel the emotions everybody have.
I keep wishing someone would show those emotions to me too.
I don’t have a purpose to keep being here.
Just somebody, anybody who cares.

I’m slowly forgetting, slowly disappearing.
I don’t even care anymore.
I won’t need myself in this situation.
It’s coming by faster and faster before dying out.

I finally came to consciousness and everything is gone.
Time is no longer a thing in this world.
Emotions had left and emptiness had taken it’s place.
Life is gone, earth is gone, everything is gone.

Now I’m not alone in this emptied world.
Because I’m the only one left.
Not even light nor dark could be seen.
I destroyed everything.

I found out my reason to be here.
How could I even forget?
It’s my fault for destruction.
I was the God of Time.

Now at the brink
of winter...ashen
bardo light of becoming.
Those who fear spaciousness
will shudder.
With the leaves gone,
there are no obstructions.

The red berry
tree appears
clad in mala
beads...I'm
compelled to
run them through
my fingertips...
while chanting:
blue, blue, blue
sky.

As if held on high,
a mind's mind
offers its staked
parameters.
Gone as a thought
entire...light at the
wings whose feathers
weigh worlds.
A creator is
created, without a
chance to decry
loneliness.
Till the reconciliation of
a mind's mind will
become supreme
bliss.