liberation from all

`liberation from all desire and identification. the end of being someone, becoming something, having, owning, needing. the soil of the earth is all and everything of its nature is yours, there is no other home but where feet and weariness lead. this home of all homes, birthplace and cemetery, the holder of every dream and the granter of all wishes known to man, i sit upon the rock of your earthen heart, the wind blowing, the sky alive with clouds and birds winging to another branch, another ledge, another airborne encounter. and  stepping i too am set forth like moses before the desert of Canaan, the holocaust of every generation waiting before me, the light dimming under waves of fog, the massive works of building after building stretching upon untold miles of mans beckoning roads that never seem to end but always end up under the same feet in the same direction carrying the same empty promises of change and return. the plain truth, the awareness and experience of existence and non existence, the tiniest reality we take as the unblemished universe, there is little difference outside or in, the waves of time wash both away and what remains is the kernel of being loosed upon a spinning rock in space, filled with billions of lost and deluded selves, all holding a clod of dirt high and proclaiming their conquest, their stronghold, and in each heart another being lives, needing their protection, to be saved and comforted, and the war of strength and frailty, love and resentment, anger and sorrow wages without end. in this life all seek the mastery of the flesh, then the mind and the soul. there is no other place to go for all is the binding of the karma wound through every deed and thought and in every grasping motion. whether to gain or lose to have or have not, each moment is the last of all and every night is the promise of a new reward. dreams speak of hidden meanings and toothy seers proclaim hidden knowledge and practices betray the hidden secrets, but every step is earth waiting and each star the end of knowing. there is no center but the place that touches everything and from there you know there is no where to go and nothing to become. in place of the golden ring, there is the puff of smoke and the endless emptiness, swept by deathless knowing and unseeking vision. others come to liberate you from the sand but their feet too begin sinking and all are lost to time the endless destroyer and space the bringer of endless diversion, for every map leads here and through the forest of madness lies love and hate and delusion without end, part man part god part of everything and all of nothing , the bringer of the light is the word spoken without meaning, and into that cascade of existence we are born and live endlessly, like travellers in a time machine, repeating endlessly a loop of worn experiences, over and over and over, until even the unremembered memories return and lay endless meanings upon each mundane act. time has no end and space no beginning, we loop through their endless dance and are forever weary.