We take flights
To Places
Exotic and Far
We travel
Everywhere
Just to get away
Our desires and sensory pursuits
CONSUME
All of our senses
Like a tired old song
That refuses to end
We can run
But we can never hide
Because there is no escape
From an INFLICTED MIND
An unstable mind
Is the most dangerous weapon of all
It kills you slowly like a song
It drains you without drawing blood
Before you know it
You are a walking corpse
Feeding on those around you
Samsara is our worldly world
Samsara is what we have created
Samsara is our reality, our thoughts,
Our daily life
It haunts you when you close your eyes
It teases you when you are wide awake
This sums up our everyday struggle -
The manifestations of the mind's
Exquisite shadow play
How can there be a holiday in Samsara
When our mind is so "UNTAMED"?
The real wild beast is the one that dwells inside our heads.
Tame that beast and you will become the rightful MASTER of your own destiny.
Until then, it is all just another delusion.
Happiness, Peace
"IF NOT NOW, WHEN?"
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