How does it prescribe itself?

How do ‘WE’ interpret it?

How well does it penetrate into our insights?

Is it definite or an ambiguity??

Is it consistent or transitory??

Is it our wealth or a burden??

Is it tangible, or is it our fantasy??

Do we breathe life into it??

Do we amplify it??

In what form does it survive??

life? death? identity? illusion? need? want? love? lust? anxiety? futility?

Trying to roll the ball hemming and hawing for a million years in the midst of persuasion, chaos, satisfaction, contentment, misery, turmoil, greed, triggered by glory, and trapped by the delusion, the quest seems to collapse every time.

The search streets often persuade us to consume all the hollows and pathos on the way and etch the irony of it all onto the fabric.

How well do we explore the conditioned alter self that presides over our minds, looking for triumph and rallying on, unfazed?

How well do we know ourselves?? Our psyche?? Our body?? Our breath??

Do we possess??

Are we possessed??