No dreams. No butterflies. No grasshoppers.
No subconscious hangovers pouring forth.
An empty tank.
A barren well.
Melancholia died. Hope escaped; ran away to find its faith. Desire gave up on belief. Belief was a lier. Thick as knaves.
Truth was a rut.
God was a dog.
No ghosts. They stay away; hang about with spirits feeling the same.
The middle path wobbles, blurs, zigzags and is just another path of potholes, bumps and sands that slip; gravel that grovel.
Hairpin bends. U-turns. Ascends. Descends.
The upper and lower paths don't differ much.
The right and left lanes don't know where they go.
Tarmac. Tarred dents.
No yoke. The iron ball chains cringed. The eternal knot smashed. Broken. Shattered pieces of lead.
The Bodhi Tree heart attacked.
The sun burn. Moon's out of shape. Stars smog. Dry space.
Compassion commits suicide. Left no note. Successful failure. Wounded. Injured. Maimed. Decapitated.
Sets you loose.
Wealth withered. Overrated.
Underachieved. Poor. Wretched. Hungry. Homeless.
Big cars displayed little hearts. Gold chained. Smitten accessories. Empty vanity.
Glorious goats fattened for the kill. They built the slaughterhouse.
Even billed them.
The vault. The worry. The greed. The need.
Dead seeds. No saplings. No growth. Lifeless.
Not even a leaf.
Rules. Laws. Cowered conformity.
Trash. Garbage. Useless. Wastage.
Dreamless. Dead. Rested. Awakenings. Alive. Breathing. Living. Here. Now.
Optimism shunned. Expectations ostracized. Engagements ends. Commitment fails.
Strength worded in corpses of books.
Honor worded in synced lips that lisps. Proverbs murdered. Identity warded. Logic exiled.
Knowledge hacked. Wisdom perverted. Kindness killed.
Consumaterialism. No profits. No losses. Struck gold.
Balanced shit. Imbalance crap. Hounding gadgets. Endless wants.
Now awaken. No redemption. No vengeance.
No vendettas. No grudges. No repentance.
No regrets. No glories. No imagination.
Peace equalling war; Battling pawns fed to wolves.
In the name of bullshit.
The bastard in the basket;
To the silken spoon-fed babes.
True justice is the shit hitting the fan.
The verdict scatters incognito.
Here is what I can do;
What I can do there is another affair.
Love is corrupt.
Bribed in rainbows and star-lit skies;
waterfalls and snow-capped peaks.
Seek nothing. Forget everything.
Ever spot a beggar with pride and a millionaire in humility?
No plans. No maps. No borders. No boundaries. No restrictions. No conveniences. No security.
No assurance. No presumptions.
No ideas. No schemes. No agendas.
No batteries. No refuge.
No vows. No promises. No righteousness. No avatars.
Bare brittle bones.
Lot of nerves.
This is the nameless path. Go. Move. See. Feel. Taste. Smell. Experiment.
Then let go.
Back to the path of nowhere.
Motion. Movement. Incognito. Sudden. Spontaneous. Arising. Vanishing. Seamless. Infinite.
And back to square one.
The end is the beginning is the end.
The beginning is the end is the beginning.
Self Arising Awareness.
Sacrificial lamb and prodigal son.
Time to move.
Time to pass...
As all things must.
Such is want.
PS: iLoveX: Don't ask me about the other 25 Letters in the English Alphabet or any other bets.
=Letting life live; as it is=
no use making your grandiose plans.