Neither trust, Nor control, Will save you.

I sacrifice what I have to the Universe, Becoming truer to myself.

Whilst I strive to become wise, Life incessantly reminds me how foolish I am.

Idam

विश्वदर्शे विश्वशब्दे चेदं

विश्वगंधे विश्वरसे चेदं

विश्वस्पृशे विश्वमते चेदं

सर्वो हीदं

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viśvadarśe viśvaśabde cedaṃ 
viśvagandhe viśvarase cedaṃ
viśvaspṛśe viśvamate cedaṃ 
sarve hīdaṃ 

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Every sight and every sound is This
Every smell and every taste is This
Every feeling and every thought is This
All indeed is This

I am burning as the fire of Being.

Senses

What is felt, heard, seen, smelled, tasted and thought is the Universe. Have I ever known myself without any of these senses? Is there really a "me" receiving any of their inputs?

Awakening's a bitch,not only is itcompletely useless,but when it blursit becomes the objectof tormenting desires.

Falling asleepand waking upin the Universe, We miss outon its simpleexistence.

Many seek their wayinto the world, Few seethey arethe world.

Yes.I am scared to be alone,scared not to be valued,I am scared to bemeaningless.

Going on aboutbliss and joymerely is a distraction. Seeing how I torture myselfis opening the gateto blissand joy.

Even though all deedsare the Universe in action, Even though all statesare its reflections, Knowing so does not stopthe rain from falling, Nor the sun from rising. So why should I stop,why should I deny, What I feel, what I think? Even though it may be illusion, Just like treesare the illusions of seeds? Becoming a better mandoes not stop. Just as lifecontinues after death.

Sometimes it feels likethere is just a thin veilof nothingstanding between meand the infinite joyof being.What seemsto withhold meas if pulling mebackwards?