I came out on an off-day like today to sink in my memorable world in search of the answers I think I deeply need. Destiny's been trying to get in touch but I seem to be chasing a truth that is leading me to complications of a fearful mind by theories of the past strengthened through experience. Fear of everyday life, fear of sorrow, fear of death and of the utter meaningless of life. Inventing theories. And the more cunning and erudite the theory the more weight I give it. After thousands of years of propaganda those theories invariably and foolishly became ''the truth''. In stages, the truth I feel is slowly filling my heart and mind. Slowly freeing me from the ache, the anxiety and aggression of life. To be free of fear, of envy or sorrow when the mind is naturally peaceful and still, to come upon that benediction called LOVE. That quality of a mind that is innocent and vulnerable. The negation of experience that brings about that positive state of innocency which cannot be cultivated by thought. The ending of thought. The feeling that everything is telling me the beauty and the pain of life so that i can awake from my own sorrow to the ending of it. That I am the root, the plant, the flower and the fruit. Without words that divide the root, the plant, the flower and the fruit.