To combat faith
“An afterthought. A couple of emotions to
be bought,” I say, and
create a persona for myself this way.
“Dare I try to achieve nirvana? No. Dare I
entertain the impossibility?
For sure. What pleasure in
great preciseness of
happiness!” And here
is where I lose you to the
journey from heart to head;
knuckles cracking seamlessly against
limp and pallid flowers as you decompose in your earthy bed.
“My kingdom for a crown!” you deny any
nagging rumors of abdication.
“On the whistle (prepare yourself) we shall all drown.”
Perhaps when the bodies surface there will be someone to say,
quietly (but with absolute conviction), 'Oh how
ruthless they were! And yet how
shallow their graves!'
The benedictions will be misplaced, or else
undermined and repurposed; the re
vival of a minor deity, the denouncement of
wishing on stars. “The e
xactness of the feeling will not be required. Merely the
yearning for whatever it is. Absolution, perhaps. Or inclusion.” How bi
zzar an occurrence, these little shocks of conscience.
A tough nut to crack. Nirvana being the absolute absence of any form of desire, then the manifested ambition to achieve Nirvana would strongly suggest you're not ready for it... ha ha... Pay no heed to my unproductive remarks... it just happens to me one of the few things I'm good at : D
creative food for thought