What covers the sky, however broad it may be.
And what shields us from the sun, however powerful it may seem?
What blocks the moonlit sky, Beautiful and bright,
And what blots out the stars, descending in the night?

Illusory yet real, intangible yet present.
It covers the sky like a watery blanket.

Blocking the warmth and the brightness of day.
Shielding us from joys as it may.

For no real purpose, meaning or reason,
it covers our sight from what it deems treason.

Moonlit beauty, a boundless sky,
the everlasting light after an unending night.

Shielding the world from the splendour of the weather,
it prevents us from seeing,
What truly matters

The rain then comes, and the clouds disappear,
What seemed so everlasting, disappearing like the wind.

Like these clouds are thoughts,
Blocking our perception.
Clouding our view,
as though life is in their possession.

They mould our thoughts and shift our sights,
They stop us from seeing what is within our right.

Deceiving us, we trust their belief,
choosing the clouds over what truly exists.
Eventually we forget, a life before this,
A life of beauty, brightness and gifts.

Mixed with the moods of melancholy and reflection,
the unclouded mind, is just this clear perception.

Rather than saying, that our thoughts are us.
What if we look beyond, and see that there is nothing within us?

Within nothingness a something,
Within change a permanence.

Our identity is something, beyond all thoughts and words.

An elusive idea, an unclear goal,
which people develop, because they are bold.

They see above, and beyond the horizon,
chasing a rainbow which they so desire.

Little did they know, that all which they see,
Is transparent and illusory, unlike what they believe.

Instead of thinking,
in terms of purpose and meaning.

Why not realize,
that true happiness is within me?

Chasing so far for things which may not be true,
how about I work toward,
an actual truth I can use?

Things come to be, and things come to cease.
What is there, that will not be like this?

By chance they are formed,
and by chance they are broken.
Who can say, that they last forever?

Through no choice of ours, we are forced into some,
And through no choice of ours, some eventually come apart.

The nature of things is temporary like this,
and yet we have a choice:
Should we continue like this?

We chase after an unreachable goal,
knowing it will fail, yet we still remain bold.
Aware that all things ultimately cease to be,
We make a choice, one that we know and see.

To strengthen our relationships, to last as long as can be.
Is what ultimately, matters to me.

The world is dark, and hope is bleak,
nothing is ever what seems to be.

Enemies abound, with skepticism inbound.
Society influences what I think is within me.

My potential is what, and friends who,
those are determined not by me but you.

Not trusting myself, and looking to others,
my opinions are unlike no other.

Forced to conform, to what is not me,
Gradually I lose my identity.

Yet what is within me, what I truly see,
is that I will always be free, to choose what I believe.

Merely Living, merely existing.
One transforms the fabric of the world.

The web of karma, complex as it is,
intertwines the fates of all that exists.

The meaning of life, self-determined it may be,
fragile like the opinions of thee.
Break like glass in the face of conflict.

My fragile ego, illusory it is,
Easily broken, easily challenged.
The meaning of life so easily unbalanced.

This is a pain, this too a sorrow,
feeling worthless, there is no point in the morrow.

Yet simply being, simply existing,
despite all the pain that it may bring,
Is like a shining light, an endless spring.

The source of all joy, and the bringer of peace.
By merely living, all beings will be at ease.

The shining star, standing strong in the void,
an infinite expanse of emptiness.

The darkness of the world, all-pervading,
surrounds what little brightness that is left.

It is the pillar which stands,
at the core of the world,
supporting and giving life to all it sees.

It may not last forever,
nor live as long as can be,
it exists solely to bring amnesty.

Forgiving all those who were dark,
giving all of them light,
it dispels the coldness, with that which is bright.

Others may doubt it,
as the darkness still pervades.
Some will see this as a mere escapade.

Yet the truth stands strong,
No matter what others may say.
The light will stand strong, up until the end of days.

One day it will cease, as all things end,
Then another pillar shall rise again.

The pain of the world,
Continuous and ever flowing.

Never ceasing, never ending,
Exactly when was the beginning?

Roaming, wandering, stopping, thinking,
I see suffering and all its underpinnings.

Painful it may be, everlasting it may seem,
Eventually all of it ceases to be.

To discover this cessation, this end to suffering.
I bring forth my attention, mind and will.

For the sake of myself, and all other beings.
Wandering the world since beginningless time,
I summon forth the strength, a well of power.
And sally forth I shall, to end myriad suffering

Though this body may cease to be,
and all meaning meaningless to me,
What matters is I tried, to do what is meaningful to me.

For my existence is value, as is all those who know pain.
May they walk forth, for the sake of the world and thee