Sometimes I just get so sick of all this ridiculous bullshit
I try and remember it’s all a leela, a play, a game
And only consciousness is real
And ignorance is the only real enemy
(and not one to be fought with
but to be transcended with awareness)

But in truth I get weary
Walking this world
As it implodes
And eats itself with division

I discovered love to be the only worthy thing
Worth standing for
And I devoted my life, my service, my every breath to that

I have not transcended the world
I am not above it
I feel it in every fibre of my being
I feel it all, the suffering, the horror,
The blindness, the blame, the malevolence
The manipulation, the tyranny
My how it hurts sometimes

And all I can do is speak it,
Say its name, in the pain of love
I know I am not alone in this
And maybe you feel the same sometimes

There is no remedy
And I’m not looking for positive words
If we don’t speak the truth
We are doomed
This is my song of grieving.