I remember living with my father and recieving all that I desire, I learned nothing from it.
I remember sitting with sadhus and starving myself half to death, I learned nothing of my self.
I remember being a buddhist and meditating, I learned nothing of the world or the nature of my self.
When I finally broke free of my ego and was able to see my self, I still had a long way to go. I was not asking the right questions.
As my life was coming to a close, ah ha! there it is, I no longer was in the depths of samsara, liberation.
I am awake and I finally see what it is, my desire destroyed my youth and I waisted to much time worrying.
Now I am here with you and I still am as I was, just another buddha, just another me. I am everything and nothing.
A short poem about a journey...
I think it is just unfolding one's frustration.
Is this from Siddhartha by Herman Hesse?
To answer, out of respect for you . . . it comes and goes.
Enlightenment is just as fleeting as joy, to attain it and hold onto it is desire. I desire not to be enlightened and I desire not to be ignorant of myself. It is a dichotomy I know little of.
Herman Hesse wrote Siddhartha, but then again it was written about a person that actually existed at one point. No one can tell about the others for there is just not enough archiological evidence to support the claims, and then all of the stories about the old teachers have been stretched and glorrified. It is a system of gathering followers, of which I want none. Though if one is open to following, remember that mine is a thorny path.
My life is one of many bad choices and much violence. It took this violence to show me peace. I was not without morallity, but without guidance. My parents let me do what I wanted and gave me everything they thought I wanted and it only lead to rebellion. I did not see the outside world until I was well into my teens and by then, I was absolutely clueless. I had to start from scratch and learn how to be what I am. I tried everything to be what my parents were not and I have come full circle. I had to see the world through eyes that were filled with desire and after searching many paths, I landed on one. My own.
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