No enemies, no fights, no friends, no thoughts. No dreams, no fantasies, Just plain myself. Just being Me.
Funny how the waters changed. From steady stream to still slough. When stripped of all your usedtobes, apparently you immediately pronounced as being worth something. Admitting: came as a surprise to me…A bit of a shock even…I never knew that all I needed to do to be myself – do nothing. I do admire simplicity, of course. But always applied this terminology to what’s around, not inside. Simplicity in self? Eh? What’s that?
Answer to the question many asked? Be self and you’ll be solemnly rewarded with thankyous and appreciation, and everything else, that comes with it. A happygoround friend that will be there, conveniently. And there are no reasons to be unhappy about it. How convenient too.
How much of a friendship do we need in our daily ration, anyway? How much of anything else and DO we really need anything else at all?...Guess, the answer is – not really…As we are – just – us. And that is what we are getting rewards for. Just for keeping distance, hiding tears and staying calm. How fucking great. And everybody happy.
Happy the one who has become like us;
who has become all surrender and contenment;
Who has become the pledge of love and madness;
who has become a jewel in the sea of purity.
[Good old Rumi again]