I now can only find peace and happiness in the dhamma which embraces my ears, and eyes, no longer do I see the point in working for my whole life, and for what, and to obtain so little, what is the point I still ask, thou an answer I feel is coming, but will it suffice and quench my fears I doubt it, but there is only one result which can save me now…………………… and only then will I truly be happy and peaceful.
I give myself to you my beloved,
My body to the ground,
My soul to you,
My blood and skin, from the ground within,
My heart and mind, with this ring binds,
My soul and energy, too love and my beloved.
Grateful to see your face,
Within the land,
Inside each sentient being,
I have searched the top,
And bottom of this world,
East and west, when you were always inside,
You are my saviour,
I looked the entire world,
Except within myself,
Now I’ve finally found you,
I give myself to you,
My love and energy to you,
I am the energy,
You the light,
Blocked the clouds bright,
Ignorance makes up all barriers
For eons and eons darkness had ruled,
Until your face I saw,
Didn’t realise how I was fooled,
Surrounded by light in awe.
I see more and myself,
To attain is my only desire,
What has always burned within the fire,
My purpose I may never know,
But my heart feels the truth,
Blinded in my youth,
As each second goes,
My chances slip by,
But my time is nigh,
Can’t help but think why,
How and when,
Will my pain and suffering end?
I will meet the one,
When the time is right,
The final period in sight,
What’s funny, what’s harmful, what’s fearful, what’s annoying, what’s pleasant, what’s not, what tastes good, what tastes bad, how do these arise inside the mind, what determines the food I like, or the entertainment I wish to partake in, what’s the difference, the mind is weak and needs constant awareness and concentration, every second allows it to wander to where it shouldn’t, and causes more subfreezing, everything needs to be done in moderation, not to low or not to high, once you indulge you become weak, and once you refrain for to long you become weak, this is not ideal, and includes anything, food, entertainment, lust, anger, fear,
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