admin 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2007 i’m waiting with patience for a different death. transformation will happen by itself (when it has to ) and i’ll step into a new birth of realization. yes, i’m waiting to be awakened. love, hate, mirth, melancholy, sympathy, nullity, fear, ecstasy (all my entrails, my flesh, bones and my subtlest marrow) let me live them, and relive them always with acceptance, friendliness and witnessing eyes so that i’ll be able to ease myself, be centered and reach exactly where my real being is. taking my time i'm waiting for my facades to fade, my naked innocence to revive and my inmost voidness to flow out gushing so that i'll be unchained to live and leave as myself sans self with access to my truest, cosmic being. if i deserve, peace in me shall bloom. i’m just waiting. View the full article Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites