There is a valley to cross From a mountain of experience Perception And feeling Where green promises calm Yet with each step The gradual death of your former self Reveals anger in the parchment of the desert The walk into nothingness Stripped of all learning In a maddening realization That you cannot go back
You cannot start anew With hope And inspiration From endless possibility Instead you must reject earthly things And the dream walking of delusion And the bondage By vines of material pursuits wrapped around your ego
The desired state To speak and walk In a way unaffected by the past Begins at the brink of rage As frustration with limitation And human deficiency Consumes your mind A state of liberation Becomes one of rejection Of everything you know And love For nothing You have touched Can remain as it was
As you turn to see the mountain of your former life It has vanished All that is left is the hurt you are causing to others Who feel your rejection In your search for peace Who feel pain In your search for freedom Who feel lost In your search for direction
As they are drawn to you You are repelled Their weaknesses are made known to you And you become resentful of their presence For they represent the symptom Of human folly And meaninglessness
Like a decision to touch the bottom You have gone too far You cannot return There is nothing to do but continue Until you have become useless to all Except your own mind It is the one thing that remains And it is crying Crying for nourishment And love For it knows of nothing else Except the desire To be a pure spirit In the state of birth Where a familiar feeling emerges Pain Except this time You are the mother And the father And the son
Which spirit remains to take the place of your former life?
Now is the time The search ends And the living begins