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 Of course he exists

 Look o look!
I have met The King!
I am no more a subject of a petty fudal lord
I am no more an insignificant servant of anxiety
I am ruled now by That Which Is

Look o loooook 
I am ruled by the King
O you fool, why are you afraid?
This King Is the only one who returns you to yourself
Who refuses authority totally
And makes you independent

Look o loooook

  you who have seen the tragedy of a mighty river
Dying up in the sands

You who have felt distress at the ending of an entire childless family
Info the greying of time

Have you never,
Moved by the untimely sight 
Of a mighty banyon tree, crown dismembered,
Roots exposed, trunk lying flat on the ground
Suddenly 
Majestically
Come in alignment
With the vast workings of the Rudra hand?

Warfare is but the warped expression of humanity's eternal
fasination to unbecome

And 
Unbecoming
To become eternal.
 Lightning itself is too slow 
To reach that place 

The place thought must evaporate into, to be reborn
As omnipresent as
The omnipresent air
Breathing itself in and 
Out.

;for those who would glory- desth must lose its novelty, and repulsion

 you have to think so much
'coz you can't trust yourself.

You can't trust yourself 
'coz you don't feel good;
You need someone or something in order to feel good.

Won't you cut the guardian knot?
Invest energy in your feelings
That anger evolves to love
Boredom to joy

No need for anything else

You simply fly
Singing 
Alighting where you please 
And moving away as required.
With no need to hold on
To the very things that seem to cause such problems 

 Thought. All thought. Any thought.
Every thought, is <I> about </I> living. It is not living itself.
It is a story, obviously. A description.
NOT the event itself.

Are you at all bewildered then, at the perpetual discontent?
What good is a story, in which you are happy all the time?

 Nobody wants freedom.
what a strange realization to wake up to
and an obvious one.

We all want strings tied to ourselves
which we can then fight against and feel love towards
We call them relationships
and they are the stuff of containment.

we want there to be someone
who will get worried if we dont call 
putting pressure on us to conform

we want to be told how to be
'tis not something we put up with 
for the privilege of telling others how to be.
It is something we want for ourselves
deep within
because else,
we would not know who we are
or if we exist at all;
if nobody cares for us, the fear is
I would not be!

I have fooled you into this mindset, friend
Along with everybody including yourself 
You would not be anything in particular
but there is no way to stop existing.

 clearly, at some point 
Something came out of nothing. 
Don't bother telling me it doesn't make sense, hell gravity
The idea that these things sitting there with no connection are pulling each to their self, makes no sense.
It is the way it is though. Believe it or not.

Clearly, at some point
Something came out of nothing.
Whether you believe in the big bang or 
The much more indisputable fact that you are now,
With no knowledge of what/if you were before you,in fact, were.

So now that we have established this obviousness 
Why dont you find some way of telling me
Why you think you are something
It's passing strange, that these things you think you are
Are constantly changing and yet you think
With each new thing
That behold! This thing I am!

It's much more probable, don't you think,
That you are the sentient space
Which has given birth to this illusion of thought 
And having given birth
Is pretending to be the illusory child.

Where is matter anyway? 
Have you found it outside your thoughts?

 Actually in this sense, it's like casteism.
The oppressors run around setting up committees-
And drawing salaries.
Appointing other savarnas to finding out why no resources
Have in reality gotten to the oppressed.

In this way
In this way and no other
We try and fix our unhappiness.
As the part that wants to "do something" about it,
Were not just stealing all the resources from the part that is unhappy!

All you have to do
Is quit.
And see - once you are out of the way
There will be no need for governing
Automatically your body will allocate energy to that which is sub-optimal
And joy will grow where before there was only darkness

 What seems like willful blindness
Is the beginning.
Picture a new born with its eyes still closed.

But when you open your eyes
If you do

Non of the opinions and requirements you look at life through
Will, obstructing your view,
Keep you with your fists up.. In fighting mode 
With anything at all