Crescent23

i first learned the facts from a lunatic in a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space there are no people nothing at all like that the human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity but there are persons of any kind when all that can be is mindless mirrors laughing and screaming as they parade about in an endless dream but when i asked the lunatic what it was it swore itself within these mirrors as they marched endlessly in stale time and space

Wayward we know the wanderer's journey The single willed life earns its own exile When gladness has gone Gathering sorrow When sadness has gone Gathering strength We bind the dark mood fast in our vigil state No earthly glory but a cold heart's hermit cave No wisdom without our cruel share of winters No victory without our blood sea of rage Like scavengers we feast Where wolf wind hangman swings Into reeling life we forge Into holiness we burn Casting astray immemorial silence The wavering will chases blood-given gain We found our fate in embers of vision We find our faith in ashes of truth

Once the Buddha smiled; and by the wondrous radiance of that smile were countless worlds illuminated. But there came a Voice, saying: "It is not real! It cannot last!" And the light passed.