The apex of this grand mortal monotony,
a seeker finds only vain and mute ignorance~
Laughs at life’s seeming goals of naught,
but seeks still, for nothing’s eternal peace~
Dancing within destiny’s proud birthright,
knowing only unworthiness and shame~
Builds and burns bridges of empty chance,
trods wearily towards death’s imminent promise~
Fruitless, his wanderings and seeming discoveries here
upon this plane of pale and cold mortality~
Chance rules the question’s burning heart~
Only Now he finds the crack of truth within~
Driven by a hundred lifetimes of grief,
only Now he knows that painful joy
of having lived and loved and lied again~
In that deafening moment of nothingness,
the journey ends where it began~~
Satprem~
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