tired of listening

by My Self : The Muse

Be done with all accretion

to others’ thoughts and beliefs!

What could they possibly know

of this world

that can’t be known

or model

of this world

that can’t be formed?

All opinions are lies.

All rituals are half-truths.

Fingers point not only to the moon

but in the four directions –

to grief and lust

to hatred and conceit.

Running this way and that

you never settle with life,

but only achieve disaster:

transfixed with others, yet

too scared to leave them

—– alone —–

that is where knowledge lives

—– alone —–

the only pointing; back to yourself

—– alone —–

and standing as such; exalted; unheard

listening to silence.

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