no caring,
no pain,
no attachments,
no mind,
no feeling,
no nothing,
that is unconditional love,
rooted within a sanctuary of nothingness.
embrace the hopelessness and be freed from all,
embrace the injustice,
the sorrow,
the fear,
and you too
may
transcend mortal concerns.
beyond husbands,
wives,
children,
families,
relationships,
sex,
friends,
society,
spirituality,
hunger,
pain,
consciousness,
awareness,
the complete tapestry
which are the illusions of Being...
there is the truth,
the truth
of living in a sanctuary of nothingness.
please
no one,
everyone,
do not speak to me any more of intimacy,
do not come to me with warmth,
i want none of it,
for when you take away the nipple of love,
i will get cold and hungry and cry,
i am a baby that way...
and in my crying i am judged,
and in my heart i am broken,
and i may only spiral down or rid myself of it all,
so why embrace romance
if it is but a prelude to heartache and madness?
in the sanctuary of nothingness
no one knows each other
because there is no one to know,
there no thing here,
there is only everything undiscerned from everything,
which is the nothing....
and thus sentience is lost in the translation
Self trancended in the gossamer threads of meaning devoured,
assimilated in the light-darkness
of being.
a human tragedy,
so relative to they who care
is all a tragedy ever was...
in the wounded heart afraid to embrace the nothing,
we instruct eachother on how and what not to care about,
to survive,
gorging ourselves on these
instilled mechanisms of doubt,
my
cause and effects
of
faith,
belief,
where,
when
lost
or
forlorn
or
happy
and
fulfilled,
these emotional tonalities matter not
in the sanctuary of nothingness
they are not....
that is letting go
here love is a different sort of teacher,
here she is a murderous ward,
for there is ego killing to do
and some things do not die so easily,
there is discipline to be enforced,
and some things do not want to grow up,
there are dreams to be imagined,
and some things are not meant to be.
these are the lessons encoded within the bittersweet perfumes
in a sanctuary of nothingness
this is my now,
a fool i am
discovering i too
must
dwell
in
Her
Sanctuary of Nothingness
or perish
by
my
own
folly
of
hopes
which may not coexist
within
a
sanctuary
of
nothingness
{sanctuary of Nothingness, by Shen Orion/Additional Programming & Design by DPC}
