Thoughts For My Pillow

 

When will I find True bliss?

I know what it feels like in passing, but I want to own it.

To make my home in it’s warm and comforting confines.

To rid myself of suffering, and escape the static of the world.

I want to live in that place, I desire it deeply.

 

At least I feel as if I Should

But a handful of thoughts before drifting to sleep isn't a deep desire.

Why is this? Why wouldn’t I want to be Completely free of suffering?

All of the pollution in today’s world combines with the senseless temptations of my youth

And places my salvation out of sight and out of mind.

 

I recognize my mind’s thirst for liberation,

I just refuse to commit and concentrate the energy it requires.

I guess that’s just one of the problems with being young.

Someday I will find True bliss.

Just not today.

 

Then again, maybe I already have.

I feel that I’m compassionate and conscious of my emotions,

Maybe I’m special.

Maybe I’ve been aware of what’s important in life since the day I was born.

I could be searching for something that I’ve had all along...

 

Alas, the very fact that I have these thoughts assures me that I still have a long way to go

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