I've nothing left to know.
No new desires come -
only old ones recycled.
They will either take hold
or not - what difference can it make?
I've no prayers, no secret
wishes, no memories -
just this moment, that
can't be named, and has
no need for words - and
yet they come, on their own.
For what purpose, I can't say.
Cause and effect have faded.
Ideas of karma dissolved.
The one that looks for the
I thought is no longer looking!
Who declares such joy!
Could it be the thief has been
hiding in the palace all along.
Oh how we scold this thief,
and give out lashes!
The poor fool is drunk on
seeking and passed out in
the basement. Will we hunt for
this fool?
Shhhhh!
Just whispering about the thief
awakens such trickery.
Be done with the search and die!
Now live!
~Rafael Stoneman
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