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Life ticks away, slipping through my hands like endless sand in the cosmic hourglass.
How can I ride unscathed with time’s passage, avoiding being flattened by its ponderous wheels?
What do I see, what do I think? Who puts my thoughts there?
I can’t shout at them to disappear as they don't serve me.
They spring up unannounced and uninvited.
What is my purpose in life?
Surely, I’m meant to be more than a puppet on a string, a marionette pirouetting unthinkingly for unending seasons?
Unaware that I am unaware.
Turn back or abandon all hope, ye who dares enter.
My vision is cloaked in nothingness by the ever-expanding circle of darkness.
Where can I awaken to the Universal Sound?
I stumbled back into the well in which I was born.
Teach me to scale its heights towards the blessed light.
Empower me to carry upon my back the friends who wish to make the same climb.
Grant me the vision, conviction, strength, to not falter nor waver nor tumble back into Maya.​​​​​​​
Shine your light into my heart, the imperfect vessel that I am, I may still be a beacon for good.
Let not my sins blot the map to salvation for my companions on life’s journey.
Spare them the blushes of my inadequacies. Allow me to act as a conduit for your love.
I seek not to possess nor obsess nor monopolize nor terrorize nor radicalize but internalize, harmonize, proselytize, thine boundless bounty of affection and adoration.
Cleanse my mind of its negative recursivity so it may focus on your smiling visage.
Uplift me from the nights of bondage to unconsciousness.
Teach me gratitude and non-attachment.
Teach me to love myself surely as the sun also rises.
Teach me to acknowledge the divinity in every soul.
Teach me to play with others as I do with you in my heart’s expansive halls.
The peals of your laughter echo around every corner as I chase after you. I want only to sit for a moment in your presence and feel the unmistakable vibration of love.
So I can return to that moment for a lifetime of comfort, hope, and inspiration.
So I may speak not as a false prophet but with the unshakeable truth of pure existence.
I want to disengage from the petty tyrants and egoic entanglements of daily life.
Help me realize the absurdity of the game we’re playing.
We know the rules by heart but we’ve chosen to forget them. Pretending to have legitimate agency within the confines of illusion, although we are helplessly bound by it.
Do I wish to shatter this illusion?
What awaits me on that other side?
Truth? Enlightenment? Happiness? Divinity?
What is there to wake up to if this isn’t a dream?
How can I think my way out of the corner I’m painted into by my thoughts?
If they fade, will I lose sentience or awaken for the first time?

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