Testo Glimpses Of Nirvana

In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'Held close by that which some despisewhich some call fake, and others liesAnd somewhat smallfor one so talla doubting Thomas woh would be?It's written plain for all to seefor one who I am with no moreit's hard at times, it's awful rawThey say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poorand those unsurebelieved his eyes- a strange disguiseStill write it down, it might be readnothing's better left unsaidonly sometimes, still no doubtit's hard to see, it all works out