Now that thoughts have entered,
one must go through forgetfulness.
one must go through forgetfulness.
On with no reason,
Not looking sideways,
Missing the flowers and the moon.
Madness is not my light,
Emotions are not my pillow.
Emotions are not my pillow.
When alive, death is not a threat.
When dead, life is but a hope.
After all the clouds have gone,
with no foothold to be found,
is it in
or
is it out ?
A mirror simply can not tell
I cannot be all that I am,
All is madness,
and more.
Being does not belong to I
more than I belong to He,
but we already agreed
no to talk of Him.
I said we
as if there is someone between I and He,
maybe someone is You ?
I wouldn’t use someone instead of He
and for no reason,
I use someone for no reason
for I love You !
Only I make I be ….. and He
For He is not,
He is, for He is
not like I who is not
For only He is,
not in time nor in here,
being does with He like I for no reason ,
That is why He is,
not because,
only for He is.
Madness is not,
Being belongs to madness
Also belonging
There for madness.
Before I was closer to He
And now I is closer to non,
Memory of before was close to He
And You fill I with love.
You is love.
That is how I comfort myself,
I am He
and the hand does not belong to me,
maybe …. Maybe to madness ….
but I wouldn’t know more than He
even if I was He for real,
as only He can feel,
I wouldn’t know for sure
Only feel …… for sure.
He is outside I
Inside He,
Everything is inside He,
But that is not madness, yet.
Talking of madness
But who is talking ?
There is no I
And He cares only for me
Or so He says,
Talking for himself is not,
Only for memory to be
for helping me
Look back on He and myself,
But myself is non
But in time
And time like everything is non,
But in time
And for sure doesn’t look back,
Without looking back there is Non-consciousness.
