I Be Come and arrive by leaving.

Born to this world consuming,
demanding and needy.

One day I find the joy
that I am looking for,
the radiance,
in myself
and realise I can rest and cease
from toil and struggle

I am happy to shine lightly
not so brightly
becoming transparent
wherethrough all things pass
without impact,
destination or origin

Approching absence,
beyond knowledge and being,
beyond unbounded joy.

Whilst in between the singular and the absent I participate in Grand Troupes performing that I may be continualy distracted from the sense of individual weakness.

The weak strength that lead me to find even weaker souls to exploit and in doing so yearn for stronger ones to care for me. Yet I find no one stronger.
But in leaving the Troupe, should the I survive, the one, may, be found.

The first truth is is that each of us is born alone and the last is to die alone. The second truth is lie we create through demand, love and consuming so that we can ignore the first and last. The infinite other truths are those habits we try to keep to ensure the addition to deception.

In the first and last truths there is no apology, no love or hate, just the knowledge of what is to come and that it shall pass.