To become nothing is to embrace everything.
To become nothing is to find and accept enlightment;
It is to accept and find true peace and harmony with everything and anything.
To become nothing is to let go of all of your possessions and desires;
It is to let yourself die, as all and everything that you ever came to know;
It is to let go of every suffering and every pleasure;
It is to surrender your suffering and the joy it had been paid for to each and every passing present;
It is to suffer the ultimate death, and to achieve the ultimate serenity.
It has no peace, for it is not disturbable;
It has no ending, because its beggining is unprecedented.
To become nothing is to find that which was never there, and to pulse it within your own being without sense or reason of folly and purpose as the moving and trapped world is constantly called to, answering to it just as naturally as the wind blows.
To achieve peace is to suffer eternally within a fraction of seconds; It is to die within a moment within a moment within a moment within a moment; Just as the next would come, and your past world would be just as past as the very word.
It is to achieve peace in every aspect, that which we call suffering; Its hollowness consumes us for what we are, leaving only what does not end unless the world tries to avoid within yourself and through each and every day of your life.
That which dies endlessly, we drammatically and blindedly call ourselves.
That which takes away and kills what shall die, fade and yeld, is what we live for;
It is what we live in;
It is what we fight for; It is what we can try to fight against. Our victories and defeats depend ultimately on this world and this reality.
It is what we fight for; It is what we can try to fight against. Our victories and defeats depend ultimately on this world and this reality.
That which remains, which is it? The vision of death as we ourselves as all we ever came to be fades away irremediably? Or is it the part of ourselves that we couldn't see with all of our past world to entretain and shackle us?
That which defies hollowness itself.
That which has no name, for it is beyond our fate.
That of us which remains after everything else has died and rottened away,
Must we strive for it? Must we live this life we have to the last drop with all the joy we can afford?
I hope these words make me feel better, and I hope they are of use to anyone who comes toward them.
