Idle, living on past merits, for how long? days eating nights and nights the days, the moon has become my king star, the work has not been done, bound by one unfulfilled desire, if it was not for her would I come to complete dispassion? overwhelmed by my defilements, has my teachers sacrifice been in vain? Im afraid only tragedy will spur me off this lethargy.
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Have u fulfilled that desire? Btw who is 'her'?
I love this poem man. It is relevant to all. My one unfulfilled desire is yet to be defined. It keeps changing, desiring this and desiring that, but somewhere inside, I feel it, I know bits and pieces of it, my intuition tells me that it is being jerked by something...someone...but i have yet to see this clearly...it doesn't want me to see clearly, I don't want to see clearly...what torture, self inflicted pain. What is pain?
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