Is it possible to liberate ones self
Without a leader
To dive inward without the use of a
Spiritual teacher
Surely one can't recite the Bhagavad-Gita
And expect freedom
See then
One's own path to personal reason
I cried in front of the flowers
Gratitude for my family
I noticed something had changed
In my goal for singularity
I'm self-centred
Every blessing is a gift to me
But the proof is in my consciousness
Awareness through objectivity
The water, the sun
The holier spirit
My delusion for transcendence
Had caused my mind to fear it
Rabbit holes and holding cells
The vessel was my mind
I saw the only way for peace
Was for the ego to die
What am I without myself
Without your validation
I slipped back into mainstream
And neglected passive wisdom
I sought natures homeostasis
Without the balance for the strength
My mind was filled with narratives
The dictation of my days
Until I hear the words of ancient Tao
And felt a deeper sense
And read the words and began the practise
Read again again again
I saw contradiction as the enemy
Imposition as violence
But my pride to recognize those things
Caused me to stay in hiding
I saw people as the enemy
The ego creates violence
But my pride just to be wise
Was a desire made from fighting
Every part of myself I didn't like
Didn't think was right
Imposed several moralities
To think they'd give me true delight
I thought if I'd neglect the wrongs I've done
They would be gone
But I can hear the noise
Well after it is after dawn
Do I just stroke my ego every time
I write a song
Does using these big words
Make you feel like a god
Do you have the upper hand
Cuz you recite philosophy
Or is your contradiction just like them
It's hard to see
Do you strive for good
But out of image
Do you wish them peace
But still gossip their wishes
Is your gospel not finished
Is your plan somebody else's
Is your heart for something else
And not the self that your rejecting
Do I strive for good because
I wanna be that way
Or is myself to be abandoned
To act without entropy and decay
I have all the answers
And equally I am the problem
The forces that label
The self will still absolve them
I have all the love
And equally all the hate
The forces that judge me
The self will liberate
You can read many things, write many songs, speak of many topics
Yet until you read yourself, write yourself and speak, not about yourself
But to and with yourself, can you begin the true path of personal reason
Do not confuse passive wisdom with a drill sergeant
You can understand your paradox now