There is no Spoon

When our joy comes Not from this world But from the source of joy   Then, when stuck in this world When the rain comes down When troubles come   Still, we have joy, we have peace For even when the agents come We know the truth   There is no spoon     .

How deep does the rabbit hole go?

And then nothingness Cocooned in ravenous safety & responsibility Death; of soul and of self Behold the future Empty nothingness Hopeless survival Mindless drivel, like the poem of a drunk   So then what, what could be? All that is left is a choice Will it be acceptance Or will it be refusal Will you... Continue Reading →

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