I am sipping drop by drop whatever comes This cup of destiny and accident From this air emerges every cell Of my body and into the dirt it will decay In its due time without regrets What loneliness feels like when held On the open palm of your mind Like a black hole unimaginable Overwhelming hurt composed of illusion That chains of our minds Imagining connections To last longer than lifetime And into that black hole you will Fall when you seek the tangible Image to hold up your name Emptiness and void So human so feared yet So nourishing like your mothers womb Dark solitary primordial essence Of absolute peace Drink it up and let go
Buddhists say unatttachment is the goal. I believe them. Life comes and goes, it's all about experience. I think I saw Hulk Hogan. He's doing that weird thing with his hand. He also wears yellow underpants. Randomness is what it's all about)