Voices
You are the one I look forward to
while the rest of the world slides by
do I have to give sound to my thought
I belive we are connected by the one
paths I roamed a lot in vain for wine
just gathered dust in an empty jar
now that the jar is so full to the brim
with the knowledge of heaven and stars
i still have the aching feeling of being alone
So I ask “how do i proceed”,
the voice in my head said, “destroy the jar”
Death sees knowlede as dust and jar as ego
For a man seeped in knowledge the perenial
“I know” synodrome creeps with mind and ego
and the jar was ever so transparent in ts nature
like a bubble in the sea, only to merge again
No-mind resolves the issue of knowledge;
a humble life with no attachments resolves ego
perish both must to escape this phenomenol world
For this, all cravings must cease at the point of death
