Not knowing right from wrong; always searching for some sense–finding no-thing no-sense. Strained with pain–things unsaid; tongue twisted tainted distress. Vast Voiceless void of being–world of words whirling within–seeing. Spewing forth my voice; exalting resounding feeling. ~Voiceless
“How do you feel? That is the question… But I forget, you don’t expect an easy answer. When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes you çan’t expect a bit of hope.”
“If you are in conflict, you will not ask me for a method. Were I to give you a method you would merely be disciplining yourself according to that method, trying to imitate an ideal, a pattern which I have laid down and, therefore, destroying your own intelligence, whereas if you are really conscious of that conflict, in that consciousness suffering will become acute and in that acuteness, in that intensity, you will dissolve the cause of suffering, which is the lack of understanding of the environment.”
~Krishnamurti, Total Freedom
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Yeah, tell me? What’s in it for me?
You keep asking and asking and asking…
and now, after years of giving what I aín’t got, I ask: WHAT’s IN IT FOR ME????!!!!!!
If what I’m observing is correct, it appears nothing is for me–it’s all for you, isn’t it?
You have fooled me enough with your pictures and words that paint pictures of despair; you were quite good.
You fooled me and continue fooling others.
It stops here with me.
Ask me for nothing cause I ain’t giving what I ain’t got.