Berlin

dukkha

dukkha, true...but: who am i if not desire, a flame, a light, a wave, a spark in the universe, a memory of stars, ever changing and ever the same, inside an ocean, the night, the song and the suffering: desire travelling. desire reflecting desire, the universe longing for a voice. a torch climbing in its own well of darkness. and always alchemy, distilling tears, cleaning the flame. total freedom of desire and final enlightenment may only perhaps be reached through the gate of death. until then you go through the bardos, again and again.it is as it is. you cannot change the flow of this river.in rare and disciplined moments you are allowed to sit back and watch and smile.is there more?

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Jaqueline Du Pre - Jacqueline's Tears (Jacques Offenbach)