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I am moved by stillness.

Interested in disinterest.

 

Dispassion is my passion.

I am filled with emptiness.

 

My hope is hopelessness.

My meaning lies in futility.

 

My point is the pointless.

My reality is the imaginary.

 

I dream of wakefulness, and

wake up in a dream world.

 

The impossible is the possible.

The impassable is the passable.

The other shore is this shore.

 

I reach out in utter nonsense

to point out the futility

of the imaginary unreality

to the nonexistent egos.

 

They can't hear what I say:

My manner speaks too loud.

My message is utterly empty.

I am here for no reason, to

reason with the unreasonable.

 

My voice is that of doom, but

the doomed do not hear it.

 

***

 

If you have hope for the future,

If you're looking forward to something,

If you're striving to better yourself,

If there are miles to go until you rest,

If you're fighting to live, to find a place,

To make a monument, to be remembered,

To give it your all, to try hard,

I want to tell you something important:

 

Only the meaningless searches for meaning.

Only a dead-end dreams of the future.

Only the worthless strives to better itself.

Only the restless cannot rest until later.

Only the empty looks forward to things.

Only the boring want to be remembered.

Only the absent tries to be present.

Only the dreamer desires awareness.

Only the dead fights to live.

 

Just BE.