In the vast expanse of this universe
From the depth of the oceans
To the heights of the highest of peaks
There was nothing and will be nothing
For all that exists is illusion of something
That you hold so dear to you was never yours
For before you and long after you are gone
Remains something that turns into nothing
And what you hold dear as everything,
germinates from nothing.
2 comments:
Human beings have this idea of holding to every little thing so tightly. Peripherals. And there are some clowns who think they are heroes and keep thinking that their illussion is more sacred than the "reality". What if the perception of a reality itself is an illussion?
yes my dear frnd........ we all know this..... the world is an illusion..... m an illusion... u r an illusion.... evrything exists.. yet nothing is there... Man O Man... then what for r u running..... why this mad rat race for money... why ?/????
yet..... it goes on....on and on.... it has to. Just as sweet is there to complement the bitter, day is there for a night......... so is death for a life, an illusion for a reality....... Alas!
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