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.