The Aspiration

We were there before, will we be back?
No form...no birth, no he no she so no
desire no lust. ...no sickness, no old age so
no pain no suffering... no death so
no fear no stress
We were glowing, bright, beautiful...
in the dark... no day no night, no month no year...
no concept of time, its perpetual.
Plenty of us around, millions, billions.
Happy to be in each other's company, immersed in joy.
Since there is no form... there are no senses. No smell,
no sight, no feel, no sound, no taste, therefore
there is no desire no craving.
Since there is no form, there is no self... I, me, my.
"I am good, I am better,
He hurt me. He betrayed me. He does not respect me.
My property. My money. My idea. My territory..."
No I, no me, no my so there is no dispute,
no war, no killings...
We were there before, so quiet, peaceful and tranquil,
because there is no sound... no speech, no lies.
We were there before, so empty,
no need for procession...
no need for stealing, no need for clinging.
We were there before, so bright
so beautiful so much joy.
Silently watching the other creatures of
the other realms... with a gentle smile
and... sigh, there you go again...
We were there before,
will we be back?

by James Khoo
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Art by Dean Forbes