the vicious cycle of frustration
and suffering
that is samsara
give all profit and gain to others
take all loss and defeat on yourself
be here be now be all things
all sorrow is joy ending
the end of sorrow is joy beginning
from this point on
another page may tell you a story
gets too long
to tell you the truth
only half told him he would be all right
this is always now
never then
can’t be there only here
the mighty om in all that is done
spun into a web tangling thoughts
and emotions live and die as you and he
retreating with such care
only about what matters most
the spot where silence is found
rest awhile
needed the place
trace a thought
a knot untied
lie down the ground will surround
where he can’t understand what they say
tomorrow or a year more
fear not tear in an eye
no good-bye—learn to fly—become
the bird the river flowing
flying above and below the tree
living in and feeding the tree
crashing a soft landing
all is nothing
all is something and everything
never knowing what is wrong
does not matter when he can see what is right
going with that
it is all he needs. . .
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