before the world there was desire
and then duty came creeping in
an unwanted guest
and then duty laid a binding chain around your ankles
and with the binding chain came the weighing down of the soul
oh heavy soul
such a burden
hopes, dreams, desires all sumberged like a cork
friends, relatives, family
all submerging with the submerged
in fulfilling one’s dreams
can one hold fast to the ever
can one hold fast to the uncarved block?
in confronting doubt
press it down with the uncarved block
return to simplicity
be like a newborn babe
abandon all desires
see their completion
give up all hope
see it fulfulled
(and throw logic by the wayside)
what is no longer being manifested, becomes manifested.
Such is the secret of creation.