I give up trying to be perfect.
To be anyone actually. It's rather tiring and burdensome.
I release the mind from its self-imposed burdens.
Then joy arises like the beautiful scent of a flower.
Or like a clear fountain of water, a wellspring I forgot was there.
Could this be the way to samadhi?
A way to cross the flood without straining and without halting?
Without grasping.
Neither going toward nor backing away from.
Not grasping nor pushing away.
I breathe in and train my mind to focus on dispassion.
I breathe out focusing on dispassion.
A creeping feeling,
A voice says:
"Brace yourself for the darkness".
But I don't care for it much, I will fight.
By keeping my mind lucid and bright.
I am no use to the Earth or anybody else
When I'm depressed.
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