The end is approaching. With it, the beginning. He is destitute. It is a tragedy now, as it was then. He has no time to make up for it as he once did. He fought it, but he never understood it. Never tried to see how he could put it aside.Learning what the end means doesn't leave much to his imagination. Finality is really final. It leaves him beaten up. Bruised. Empty. Comfort comes from suppressing his dreams. His love was interrupted. If he examined it under a brighter light, he would see that it remains love.Always. But he cannot probe. Cannot touch it. Refuses to transform the pain.
Buddha talked of becoming what you think. The mind is everything. He has become a beggar. He thinks of money all the time, but that is not what has broken him. That is his mistake. If he could take love back in his hands, he would see that he was the richest man. But he cannot. His heart is jagged and rough. He searches for coins in hope of salvation. Unable to stand straight, he breaks.
Buddha talked of becoming what you think. The mind is everything. He has become a beggar. He thinks of money all the time, but that is not what has broken him. That is his mistake. If he could take love back in his hands, he would see that he was the richest man. But he cannot. His heart is jagged and rough. He searches for coins in hope of salvation. Unable to stand straight, he breaks.
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