That’s you and me…
empty.
It’s evinced by a nagging feeling
you can’t put your finger on,
of incompleteness,
that you’re not quite there yet,
something’s missing.
What could it be?
“Even Jesus wanted a little more time.”
We feel that way because of impermanence,
because of egolessness.
Because even if we get all 10’s on the cards,
there’s always tomorrow.
Ask Caitlyn (Bruce) Jenner.
Eternal Paradise sounds good.
That’s the selling point of all religions
concocted because of the fact we don’t exist.
Very scary.
Anything but that.
It’s a fact all will realize sooner or too later.
Meanwhile, we all keep busy, thinking that
something has happened,
trying to get into it or get out of it,
whatever it is,
however we see it,
Samsara,
the carnival,
the merry-go-round of temporary existence,
nothing new under the sun.
Around and around we go
circling the drain, the outcome.
Seeing through the play in which the truth
is revealed is the liberation of all the Buddhas.
Of course, according to the Void,
did you really read the words that
came before this?
“If you are still alive when you read this,
close your eyes.
I am under their lids, growing black.” Bill Knott