Let me nourish my rhizome
The blossom does not last forever.
The journey has merely begun
Yet- the autumn is here.
Every experience is a secret
Unfolding in the recess of the unconscious
One is a hero of one’s own myth
As one rides into one’s own sunset.
The head is where the heart is
The heart thumps to be opened
And if the best way to open a heart is to break it
Then I believe it should be broken.
One man- one truth
All other philosophies are the death of man
There is no Buddha; no Avatar
If one can stand naked in one’s own eyes.
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