This is the end of Me

[idiot_stimpy]

Standing on a cliff top, waves crashing and jagged rocks below.

 

Now in free fall, the inevitable getting inextricably closer.

 

The thought, 'This is the end of ME', and with the vanishing of that thought, complete freedom.

[ThisLife]

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You stand at the edge
Ready to throw yourself in.

What a shock to discover

There is no where to go
And no one to throw.

 

 

Wayne Liquorman

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[C T]

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You stand at the edge

Ready to throw yourself in.

 

What a shock to discover

 

There is no where to go

And no one to throw.

 

 

Wayne Liquorman

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Excellent!

 

And so it is, so it is.

 

then we can burst out laughing! All the silly games we play with time, with notions of self, of suffering, and all the wastage of energy spent grasping at illusions, at constructs we create in the mind and then label, 'this is real ~ this is 'me'.' And when this construct begin to breath a life of its own, goes places where we are not happy going, we cry 'foul' and further complicate matters by creating even more constructs to try and neutralize/compensate, with a hope of regaining that which was never lost. Its an on-going battle which most people enjoy fighting in.