Category: Phantompain

Mirage

I’ve been planted into your cellsFrom the very first recognition of separationThe moment I taught you my nameSaid your nameWhen we turned into you and meDivided by an invisible borderThe paradise located somewhere beyondVague memory, diffuse vision Left aloneLost aloneIn time and space This world is your creationBut all emptyYou seek abundance in the voidCompletion… Continue reading Mirage

Why if

Deep longingFor change, for liberation, for peaceYou know, the world could be a better placeIf only they wouldIf only you wouldOr NotDespair, smoothed by ambition and hopeWhy don’t they understand?Why don’t theyWhy do theyWhyDeeply carved into your mindThere is a solutionYou know the solutionIf only they’d wake upIf only I’d wake upIf only While life… Continue reading Why if

When the mirror breaks

Suffering is at home in the belief of a separated self. It’s the belief that life as it appears is deeply wrong, that it should be different or better. It’s also the belief that life and all its sensations are owned personally, that there’s someone to blame, to take responsibility, to have choice, to be… Continue reading When the mirror breaks

Believe in yourself

The self needs reference points for defining itself, which it finds through imaginary separation: in you, the other, the world, the past, the future, in space – which are all concepts in the landscape of the mind. The self is the creation of an assumed past life experience and an imaginary future, seemingly operating as… Continue reading Believe in yourself

Memory and Hope

You look back to yesterdayWith a bittersweet melancholyYour name emerged thereAnd mother and father and brother and sisterThe childLove and hatePerspective and visionSurviving as hopeInto today and tomorrowAs these dreamscapes A sadness appearing, about what seems to have goneForever? The same place in the dreamscapeis the torture chamber of abandonment and abuseLoss and failureA graveyard… Continue reading Memory and Hope

Just be (better)

Sometimes I wonderIf I just have to endure itThat, what temporarily appears unbearable, hopelessAnd that the idea, any other way could be betterIs just an illusion And sometimes I’d just like to escape, run away, disappear From what appears,Be it called memory, emotion, realityYou, me, the other, the worldThisWhat is I want it better Thirsty… Continue reading Just be (better)