I once had so much peace. Even now a demonstration of just how far fallen I have gone. Every sentence is me my I. All this ego. Trapped again in my tiny shack of self. At least I have a window this time. More ego erupts into thought.
How did I let go of thought before? I need my ego to live with my loved ones. Yet, knowledge robs the happiness I gain. Emptied. Given nothing to hold, but why does this bother me now? I once threw away all I held dear for the peace of oneness. What happened?
