Eternity

Infinite lives, Infinite suffering, 

Its almost hell, I'm lately muttering

Enduring a life, that is barren and cold, 

How to end the cycle, is the thought I hold.

 

Infinite lives, Infinite potential,   

In one life small, over time exponential,

As long as you learn, from your Karma and rise,

You may finally break through, get a heavenly prize. 

Infinite lives, Infinite joy,

The Avatar you don, is just decoy,

Your mission to make, others too enlightened, 

As Leela continues, make their days brightened.

 

One life is all I've got, you can keep your infinite,

If I don't find love in the here and now, let your eternity dust bite.

At Peace

We are thrown in this world, you and me,

No special meaning granted, just meant to be.

Existence precedes essence, or so they say,   

The meaning of this, you ponder night and day.

 

We suffer a common fate, in the end we'll die,

That knowledge liberates, gives us permission to fly,  

To create a life of meaning, where there was none,

- By giving birth to ourselves, we are finally done.

We are alone and alienated, like the rest of them,

Can choose Amor Fati, or continue to gods condemn,

But we are all too human, constrained by what is,

That we are free is painful, ignorance is bliss.

The hand I'm dealt with, is the hand I like, 

The givens of my existence, are my lucky strike.

For Sanity's Sake

Positive illusions are cool, they give you wings,

A pauper, relatively speaking, feels like kings.

You are a better driver, makes you keep going,

That you maybe worse than average, you avoid knowing.

Defenses are useful, they protect you from harm,

Material that is heavy, kept at length of an arm,

Repressed or never discovered, too much painful to bear,

Hidden behind a fortress, where even a shadow cant appear. 

Whether benign or pathological, your illusions keep you sane,

To be without pretense or facade, would be totally inhumane,

For at heart you know, you are just, a vulnerable and weak man, 

But with the right dose of self delusion, you are a hero who can.

Most people therefore avoid, being confronted with reality,  

You can keep your delusions, I prefer my moments of clarity.

Growth and Transformation

Some wanted to own a Ferrari, others focused on well-being,

When I started all I cared, was to be a good human being. 

But that wasn't alluring enough, so I set my goals high -

To prevent the Third world War, as I thought the end was nigh.

 

The World War never happened, plunging me into anonymity,

I had failed the foreign service test, but discovered equanimity.  

Leaving the past behind me, I got high on learning,

The passion for psychology, finally resulted in an earning. 

To say that I've turned pragmatic, doesn't do justice to my history, 

To make an impact, by rising up the ranks, explains the mystery-

Of why I am OK pulling people, or pushing them too hard,

And to reach my goals, my former self, I am ready to discard. 

They say growth happens, when you move, with open mind ahead,

I've become a tool to achieve an end, the human being is dead.

Ready to Rise (The Consciousness Egg)

Seething cauldron, simmering coals,

Fighting underneath, Unconscious goals. 

Soaring to the top, the muse hits home,

The descent is rapid, the connection is gone. 

Littered with symbols, dreams spellbind,

You grope for connections, its easy to find. 

The feast of senses, the thought monorail,

Despite the activity, you're in a zombie jail. 

Of the bird eating fruit, the observer takes note,

Neither fearful of the lion, nor devouring of the goat.

The Virgin Mother, the old Wives tale,

The historical events, leaving a collective trail?  

 

If you want to redeem your self, let The Fool take that leap, 

The more you pine to rise, the more you will have to go deep.

  

Bad Publicity

I fired an employee, I am remorseful and sad,

To prove it I post a picture, ensuring light is not bad.

By virtue of my tears, I've landed in a soup,

that my emotions are real, is a bowl full of poop.

I disparage employees, who moonlight and hustle,

On top of work life balance, they now have work work tussle,

I've reached a high ground, from where I can about ethics preach, 

Without understanding the reasons, I sue for contract breach. 

I advise employees, to slog for 18 hours a day, 

Work compulsively, even if it leads to burnout, say. 

They are young, unmarried and isn't work worship?

Shouldn't waste time rejuvenating, even sleep they can skip! 

Just because you are a CEO, you get so much limelight,

And when you are rightly trolled, you are the victim - is the height!

The Days

The day has gone, I'm filled with loss,

The joy of living, has gone for a toss. 

Withdrawing in a shell, drowning in aqua,

Isolating myself,  I shut the hearts chakra. 

The day is approaching, my heart beats wild,

To get rid of the fear, I close my eyes like a child.

When I can't see ahead,  I conjure a future bleak,

I bet hard on myself, that I'm on a losing streak.

The day has arrived, but I barely take note,

I'm in the middle of nowhere, seasick in the boat.

Drifting and rudderless, I pine for air or land,

Bored to death, worked by the invisible hand.

Vini, Vidi, Vici, I wish I could say,

The days may be lost, but the moments will stay.