All things must end in time Regardless of who when where or why I am absolved by the setting sun In this absence of light the darkness is All, the shadow is One The Ray of intellect pulls pieces from the vast darkness Attached by fear, chased by longing We run in circles, burying Truth beneath flecks of meaningless illumination Frustation, anger, the illusion of danger. I am a fool.
I sit, surrounded by water in a rowboat without oars demanding control or salvation. There is no alternative, no freedom of suffering from pain nor dehydration. My body, my boat, my ocean are destined to fall to dust The wise man knows this and worries not.
Just as the sun sets, the rays that illuminate are impermanent All that ever was transitions to all that can never be Beyond suffering, beyond pain Beyond illusory words orchestrated on this page It is held by a fabric that cannot be named It resonates in our being as love Itβs the deepest darkness that holds the brightest light.
You may heed my words or continue the Material spin Itβs up to you where it ends or when you begin But know this truly and deeply my friend, When your travels are over Lessons learned and suffering done We will be made One Destined to recuperate in the womb of the Sun.