Milarepa had searched everywhere for enlightenment, but could find no answer - until one day, he saw an old man walking slowly down a mountain path, carrying a heavy sack.
Immediately, Milarepa sensed that this old man knew than secret he had been searching for.
"Old man, please tell me what you know, What is enlightenment?"
The old man smiled at him for a moment and swung the heavy burden off his shoulders, and stood straight.
"Yes I see!" cried Milarepa "My ever lasting gratitude. But please, one question more. What is after enlightenment?"
Smiling again, the old man picked up his sack once again.
Slung it over his shoulders, steadied his burden, and continued on his way.

Cascading spider eyes
   Colliding galaxies in midnight skies
      Forty-thousand light years away
         Sixty-billion quarks on the head of a pin.
Seventy-five dollars a month,
Just to keep the signal coming in.

Milarepa, caterpillar of the Himalayas,
Sat in a cave
Ate nettles
And swallowed the cosmos
In a single gulp.

Gregor, my friend,
I hear you are thinking
Of ending it all again.
Please consider,
It’s entirely possible
There may be no where else to go.

does milarepa
write poetry that only
you like i don't know