Redsalamander

She placed the gun on my temple, Looked fixedly into my eyes, And pulled the trigger. Just before the clapping of the hammer, I heard a whimper escape her lips. Was she crying, did she regret? Ah, let go. Does it really matter now? Now there is freedom, expanse, void... Much bigger things than her weak feelings Are here to choose from.

Into a soul absolutely free From thoughts and emotion, Even the tiger finds no room To insert its fierce claws. .... .... Victory is for the one, Even before the combat, Who has no thought of himself, Abiding in the Thoughtless state of True Origin. The Taoist poet of a by-gone time stresses more and more on the achivement of the state of thoughtless purity. Clarity of sight and action, that is not rendered impure nor distracted by any way by the waves of thought, in the tranquil lake of Mind, seems to be the loftiest of spiritual ideals. Something akin to the "Nirvikalpam" state of Vedanta, or the beginning of Yoga Sutras of Seer P

===Voyager=== Man is a traveller, He journeys back and forth. In his way, by the road, He leaves behind memories. ===Love Purifies=== My mind is like an incense Caught fire with thy love. I burn and the perfume spreads, Love is penance, it purifies.