Joyful Collapse
The mountain above and the earth below
The brilliant, incredible joy is near I can sense its proximity There are still a few doors to go through Before it consumes me
The path is littered with weeds Weeds of my own cultivation I wander away from the path Into directionless stillness
To be like the mountain Which never moves I surrender to that Which moves through me
I will go nowhere And do nothing I will become invisible To the material forces
I allow the cleansing winds To blow away my images I cease all rituals and beliefs Allowing it all to collapse
When I open the last door Of my stultifying resistance Peace, balance and joy Will welcome me home
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