Nothing Else. Nowhere Else.

Making mistakes,

And rectifying them.

 

Seeking success

For the first time.

 

Achieving success

And seeking more.

 

Accumulating wealth

And coveting more.

 

Attempting to be good,

And moral.

 

Becoming spiritual,

And gaining expertise.

 

Round and round

A man shall go.

 

All the while

In a fight

For peace.

 

Fall down.

Get up.

 

Fall down.

Stay down.

 

Fall down.

Stay down.

Get up.

 

This is the life

Of man.

 

No matter the successes,

The goodness,

The healthiness,

The wealth,

The love,

The friendships . . .

 

He shall struggle

With anxiety

And confusion

And fear

And pride

And ego

And turmoil

And misery

And suffering.

 

No matter how successful,

How good,

How wealthy,

How loved,

How healthy . . .

He may become.

 

In Truth,

The only place to go

Is toward a permanent End

To all such things.

 

A freedom

From problems.

 

A death

Of all fears.

 

An Arrival.

 

There is nowhere else

Of any significance.

 

There is nothing else

Of more value.

 

Should he end up poor

And friendless

And abandoned by all who have known him . . .

 

Shall he end up sick

And dying

And obscure . . .

 

If he but approaches

The Arrival,

He will be close

To having everything he has ever desired.

 

In this one life

There is nothing else.

Nowhere else.

 

Without it,

He has nothing.

 

Without it,

There is but an endless field

Of suffering.

 

Namaste.