We sit,
With our own unanswered questions.
Seeking,
Never to find,
Or conclude as we see fit.
With every answer,
Comes an opposing thought.
Divinely perfect,
As it is supposed to be.
Death and destruction,
Birth and constructs of our being.
It is,
Is it.
We see fit,
To our own curiosities.
Fighting amongst others,
Fighting amongst self.
Wrestling with self,
Own thoughts consuming or creating.
It is,
Is it.
We are,
Just Being.
~Ani Po
What is one thing we need to do?
Nothing
What about self?
Own it
What do we own?
Nothing
Who are we?
Divine beings
Divine beings of what?
All there is
What about all the despair in the world?
Divine dichotomies
Why some many questions then?
Curiosity
What to do then?
Feed our desires and own curiosity
What of the consequences?
Illusion
How is it an illusion?
Everything is as it is supposed to be
How so?
Ebb and flow like the tides, worlds are created…new galaxies formed everyday…we need only…be.
Own it. Just Be…Ani Po
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