Being
Every minute feels like an hour
Every day is a year
Every impression lasts an eternity, feels so much more
I am
Now
I don’t know where I end, and the world begin
My skin melts in eternity
The taste in my mouth
Air against my body
The infinite orgasm of being
Is it a taste of the eternal?
Who am I?
A Tribute to Wing
Spread his Wings and flew away
Will not be, some long gone memory
Of a man we did not ever See
He is alive, living on in Here
In every word, in every tear
He will be dancing, on and on
In our Heart, in every song
We are here, Family, Friend
Holding your hand, until the End
Longing
Even when life is good, there is a longing that won’t go away.
The longing see no satisfaction in things and gratifications
It is only silenced by knowing yourself aright.
It is the only true desire. The desire to know your Self.
It takes you step by step towards that which you are ignorant of.
From the day you recognize this longing, you will always feel uncomfortable.
The satisfaction that external things bring will lessen and disappear
They can never take that uncomfortable feeling away, no matter how much you try.
The spiritual search has begun.
It is a quest for Truth, even though you have no clue what that is.
You will search in all the places you can find and that longing feeling will grow stronger.
Suddenly it will start burning like a fire.
Everything will loose it’s meaning. No purpose to be found.
Nothing can hold your attention, but the desire to know your Self.
You have reached, the end of the search.
From here on, no effort can be made.
There is only Being.
I have lost
There is no use fighting this war
I have tried. I have pursued. Yet failed
It is over
Please,
Kill me
