sutra

the mind is just a mirror when so much more is in here forgetting where to begin and never feeling it will end retreating inside away and safe from selfless holes and helpless souls thought presumes it drives this train through days of webs and myriad ways planning for action and reaction through fate and attraction floating upon a sea of strife looking into the water on a raft of illusion decision and confusion reflections reach up blinded by the sun finally finding through love and sorrow there is no purpose in all that I have done trying to hold myself apart from age and decay trying to keep it all away I am often found standing and walking along the edge unable to see directly running round in circles parabolic tails pretend to get caught and held but struggle is for naught around oneself in patterns moving forward is delusion living time inside itself the mind grasps and kicks because all is lost and tossed inside the worlds allusion

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