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Jesse
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Fantasy

Post by Jesse » Wed May 21, 2014 4:30 am

What is this hump?
This intangible thing I can't seem to overcome
It's all sorts of things that go bump, and I can't really define
Everything I've come to understand has been a lie
and I really did believe, now everything is crumbling under
the weight of my running away, because in this life
there really isn't anything to believe, nor anything to hold,
as if the point of my life was to understand, and come to find out
There's nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel,
just the epiphany that all there is to life is now, there's no tomorrow
no yesterday, and everything spinning in circles in the mind
is a fantasy.

This idea of carrying on, or of disappearing forever,
of me, and of space and time, it disappears in quite solitude
but to give it up, is another thing all together, because
thoughts are very convincing, they start out few
and eventually there amassed in numbers so great
that the idea of silence and of peace becomes just that
another idea.
“Freedom is secured not by the fulfilling of one's desires, but by the removal of desire” – Epictetus

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Re: Fantasy

Post by dharmagoat » Wed May 21, 2014 7:40 am

:anjali:

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arka
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Re: Fantasy

Post by arka » Fri May 23, 2014 12:00 pm

Jesse wrote:What is this hump?
This intangible thing I can't seem to overcome
It's all sorts of things that go bump, and I can't really define
Everthing I ve come to understand has been a lie
and I really did believe, now everything is crumbling under
the weight of my running away, because in this life
there really isn't anything to believe, nor anything to hold,
as if the point of my life was to understand, and come to find out
There's nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel,
just the epiphany that all there is to life is now, there's no tomorrow
no yesterday, and everything spinning in circles in the mind
is a fantasy.

This idea of carrying on, or of disappearing forever,
of me, and of space and time, it disappears in quite solitude
but to give it up, is another thing all together, because
thoughts are very convincing, they start out few
and eventually there amassed in numbers so great
that the idea of silence and of peace becomes just that
another idea.

Hmm. Jesse, you seem to be taking on a very Platonic idea so i can see how it might go bump in the night. Are all concepts created equal? I hope not. But that is possibly my own anxieties speaking. Or me speaking through my anxieties. Or etc. I am also unhappy about the "quite solitude" Reminded me of something I got from this gregory darling book.

"How then? Space has for its measure the absence of the tangible.For example, not finding a solid thing in the dark, they say that this is space.  Where there is the cessation of the traces and birth, when there is non origination of another thing by the force of understanding, there is the cessation -with - understanding." (Abhidharmakosa)

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arka

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