Karijinbba Jul 28
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them
that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality.
Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”

- Lao Tzu
I have CHANGED I resist not for within the spontaniety of my  first  thought responses  for your inquiry equals to knowing me is loving me.
writerReader Mar 2015
i have loved
deep and raw
before
when my eyes were bright and eager
and i know that
i know now that
i know nothing
writerReader Jun 2015
I know you
or
at least I did
once
writerReader May 2015
people say
write what you know
but
i don't know anything
yet
Karijinbba Aug 4
The vast universal suffering feel as thine:
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief’s cure?

Sri Aurobindo
For: Karijinbba
She or He whom the world a lot has been given to and entrusted to, tbat much more is surely expected of the
Him and her and.yes me and my beloved have walked in darkest night and we were Day bringers.
MY FEET HAD COME TO THE END OF THE WORLD.

"What...is this...'place'?"
I hear myself ask.

"It is Death."
I hear my self answer.

Myself and my self
have become separate entities.

Death is a 'place.'
I've got to stop thinking of it as that.

Sans space...sans time.

The day fades
as night sets fire to the sky.

This sunset( so to speak )
is sent to offer me comfort.

It does not exist.
It is a scrap of memory

that has somehow
survived.

I watch its 'world' like a film
with the sound turned down.

I watch my atoms
recombine

to give me some semblance
of who I am.

Or rather - who I was.

So. There is no God.
That is good to know.

Nor no - Heaven either.
Only this 'Hell' of not knowing

who or where
the hell I am.

Death, it seems is only
a beginning.

I re-sculpt my face
at this molecular level

in order to hang on to
who I used to be but

it is like living in 2-D
a me that's not-me.

Forgetting who I was
I must accept who

I am now
and only then

it dawns that "Yes,
yes...Death is. . ."
It was the trope of Heaven as was expected...White bearded Big Guy etc., that didn't materialise. He survived his dying so to speak and this was his experience.

My own experience was one of the pain that passeth all understanding and at the instant where no more pain could fit into my tiny mind...the pain transformed into absolute bliss...the world simply fell away into nothingness.

But many there stood still
To face the stark, blank sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world.
Marvelling they stood, and watched the long grass swirled
By the May breeze, murmurous with wasp and midge,
For though the summer oozed into their veins
Like the injected drug for their bones’ pains,
Sharp on their souls hung the imminent line of grass,
Fearfully flashed the sky’s mysterious glass.

Spring Offensive

BY WILFRED OWEN
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