Memories...

Memories of things that never happened....

This is my crazy universe...

This is my crazy universe. The sheer ridiculous beauty of it all... The pointlessness. The completeness. The absoluteness. The 3.24 am-ness…

The sheer peace.

It’s a special subliminal eternal moment. And I am writing trash.

Perhaps if I keep re-visiting myself this way often enough, I can become myself once again.

Inertia. Hunger. Numbness. Pure joy.

There is a deep strong beautiful responsive thing. Soul. It’s still there.

Words. Blankness. Music. Silence. Lingering. Finality.

How can anything be complete ever? Time is always moving. How meaningless to even have aspired for completeness, let alone fretted over it... It’s so natural! The state of incompleteness…

Recipe for inner realization and clarity.

Overwork, sleep deprivation. Music at 3 am in a dark room. Sit cross-legged before a laptop wearing headphones listening to silence and attain true knowledge of the self.

Knowing oneself. Self-ish-ness. Self-less-ness. Self-ful-ness.

"Wisdom"

When young, we think our opinions will never change...
We never even think of the possibility that they might change...

The Head and the Heart... And Buddha

Missing
Longing
Craving
Pain
Desire
Need
Pain
Despair
Pain
Reason
Pain
Logic
Pain
Reality
Pain
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Pain

Coming back.... Soon :)

Did not quite realise it's been so long, in fact! Time to get those WIP posts finished and out onto this space...

One year?! Ouch!