Wrapped in desire and soaked in ecstasy, i fluttered my wings to soak and absorb more of this diabolically materialistic world. There is indeed no end to predilections for my asinine wishes as is there no end to something that has absolutely no corporeal existence.
I desire, I strife and I achieve but yet I desire for more. Again the cycle goes. Is this the earthly manifestation of the nebulous karmic cycle. To the unending and greedy desire I ask, "what do you seek", "what is that for which you will gladly forgo heaven?". I feel lost beneath the cravings of my heart that aches for indefinite and infinite. Series of desires are unbending as iron and fiery sparks that illuminates them every now and then is blinding me of my wisdom.
To camouflage it all, under the disguise of accordance, I put up a mask. But
the complacency is nothing but a facade for there couldn't be any last wish. Although if it so, how have people attained sublime happiness, nirvana, enlightenment and overridden lust, desire and passions.
Having perused my needs (or wants, if i can say) with a subtle disdain, i have concluded that I need my OWN Bodhi Tree.
