Enslaving, chaining our every thought, inventing the fictitious world.Having it all – country, money, estate, family, me, you, them, us, every and all, problems, arguing, conflicting, myriad sufferings.Aren’t we just born to be dying and parting? Still, we are wasting time with these useless illusions.

Enslaving, chaining our every want, burning our desires. Enchanting, luring, deceiving, but still clinging, thinking that it is mine, it is yours, theirs, ours, attaching to everything so tightly that it is real or unreal. Is the body not just the skin that wrapped our waste? Still, we are tending to this skin, losing the inner light, just like the hair that blocks your sight.

Is love real? Is our bonding real? or they are just visitors, coming by to greet us, and leave in due time. Plunge into our inner ocean, sinking deep into the sea of maya, have your desire ever be wholly fulfilled? those yearnings for happiness, love, money, friends, foes, or the everlasting one.How ridiculous of the world, spinning round and round and round.

Why wasting time with the imprisoned freedom. The loudest echo (the loudest Scream) in the universe is so empty. Each breath is so fragile. Eyes are open, minds are shut, caught in its own whirl.

How ridiculous of this world if one cannot see the light of wisdom. How absurd to indulge in these feelings of hatred, jealousy, anger, lust, love, cherish, worry. Releasing the life fooled by Maya, awakening from the illusions, freeing from sufferings of samsara.)

How rare it is when the soul meets the body.  Don’t wake up each day and just dying, do not let this body only uselessly decaying, do not waste your time, practice hard to cross to the other shore. 

I am just a visitor when the time comes I will go.