If I could just find the door

[stonerfromohio]

Conditioned mind
Finds it hard to find
The truth

Running in circles
Looking for an ox when were riding it
Yet knowing this im still finding it hard to sit
And recognize what it is im riding

This ego has me hiding and confiding in ignorant conceptions
Most people I come accross arent acceptions to this rule
Some times the monotony of this life causes me to act like a fool
Enraged because I cant find the sea
Because im too attatched to me
All I want is to be free
But you see thats the problem
Still thinking there is an I to be anything how could one be anything
When one isnt at all?
No want's to be had from the non-existant self
Trying hard to exit this ideology shelf
Which entraps me in its ideas
Maps of pain
That never correlate and are drawn in vain
Must abstain from this measurement
For there is no measurer
And nothing to be measured
Finding it hard to leave behind all ive treasured
And find the place of no mind
So that I can unwind all these mental entanglements
Detatch from the senses im chain and bound to
And rest in the bliss of emptiness
Infinite contentment forever always
For the rest of nevremoor
If I could just find the door...

 

[New]

Balance IS very hard to find. I will agree with you there.

Well said.

 

[izzy66]

"And rest in the bliss of emptiness..."

ahh, yes... to rest, to just rest.
nice read, stoner.
-izzy