Poetic Justice
"There is no unmoving mover behind the movement. It is only movement. It is not correct to say that life is moving, but life is movement itself. Life and movement are not two different things. In other words, there is no thinker behind the thought. Thought itself is the thinker. If you remove the thought, there is no thinker to be found."-- Walpola Rahula, What the Buddha Taught

Where does the world go

When you leave it behind

Does it exist without an observer

Or does it disappear with a lonely whimper

Is this reality objective?

Or is there no objectivity that can be observed

All the world is conceptualized

Reality is not real

Subjective thought may not exist

Than why are we here?

Creatures in a fake world

Survivors in an empty place

We are the light in the darkest space

“All words are concepts”

Then what is this I write

Fake words must have no meaning

But meaning is why I write