I am having a rather severe case of writers block, but i can feel a depression coming on. And when that strikes, you can be sure that I will be churning out tomes. See u soon.
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We will bind again till we madly tear us apart till we bind again.
Our nature-is unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint
We bind our selves too soon, we begin to tear ourselves madly apart as we bond,
We rend everything asunder, the bonds and our very selves till we bond again.
Desire- intolerable has to be put somewhere else, projected into hiding
Acknowledged in error, though but never known about
Hiding from ourselves, the unbearable self-knowledge,
That leads a secret life, sarcastically.
Civilisation compromises our desires?
The real differences begin beyond our knowledge
Fear and desire are not inextricable?
Fear is state of mind
Solitude is a state of mind
Sadness, another state of mind
The mind wants to both inflict pain and suffer
Cannot help it, it has been a habit of mind, since birth.
What a painful realisation!
Stay alert, be aware and get a glimpse
The truth is beyond all these states. Or is it another state of mind?
We desire one state of mind for another, one desire for another?
The food of mind for its very existence
I can tell you infinite number of old tales to keep you on the right path
But the paths are highly artificial and impractical in there windings.
Because of impatience we were driven out of home
Because of impatience we cannot return.
Since we are driven out , we have been equal in our capacity
To recognise our individual selves
Complete existence with incomplete experiences
The journey never ends it is always in the process of becoming
Sure we will bind again till we madly tear us apart till we bind again.
Our nature-is unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint
We bind our selves soon we begin to tear ourselves madly apart as we bond,
We rend everything asunder, the bonds and our very selves till we bond again.
Because we fettered our selves to a chain, which is long enough to give us freedom to find peace
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