Good morning, beauty. Welcome back to what's begun.
hello, darling.
your life is not your life
your love is not your love
your things are not your things.
only illusion of thought. If we think it, it must be true.
Nothing belongs to you truly. It just happens to be there while you are.
everything is a gift. nothing though, can stay. enjoy it fully while you have it
tomorrow it could be gone away.
I can buy land but its really not mine. It was here the whole time. & only people decided it could be bought.
I can marry a person but they are really not mine. even children that I bear aren't mine for the keeping. they are their own. they are each a bubble person. set to float off and discover in some appropriate amount of time.
the only thing I even have influence on is what I say and what's in my head.
mine, my life, what do I want. - all words and thoughts that are really imaginary.
so much of it is just what you tell yourself. and nothing more.
oh the freedom to know none of this belongs to you.
the weight is lifted and strain is demolished. worry is non existent
being tiny is good,
having nothing is good.
detach, detach, for nothing in this world is owned by you. nor does it matter at all.
