Same place, same exact time we glanced at each other. His eyes felt like a thousand needles entering my body. It’s hard to go about life pretending that he doesn’t exist, and what he did to me didn’t happen.
You fell for me, like you fell for her. I knew all along that we are not the same person, but I didn’t think you realized. You told me, “I know you.” But in actuality you have no idea who I am, what I’m capable of. You’ll never know of the things I’ve done or the things I do. I wish I could explain, but you’ll never understand me, for I am not her, nor ever will be. That night I told her that you deserved better than her, for she cannot commit to you, which is what you desire. She can’t be caged like a bird, she needs to spread her wings and shine light on others. I told her of all the good deeds I see her doing, how she will change the world, and inspire others. The next morning she stopped seeing you, she stopped talking to you, she told you she didn’t want to be with you. I caused everything to happen, and you needed a replacement. It is true that we’re a lot alike, we both wish to spread joy, but cannot offer commitment. I broke your heart right after she broke yours. I inspired you to persevere in school, then I devastated you into selling your body into the wars of Death. One thing after another, I continue to cause harm to you, and it makes it hard on me to look at you without feeling internally guilty for knowing what I’ve done to you. I will never be the same. I never want to see myself happy with someone else because of the pain I’ve inflected. We’ve been friends for ten years, and our friendship continues, but I can’t imagine what you might say if you saw me with someone else. It breaks my heart to even consider the possibility. I told you, and I’ll tell you again. “You don’t know me, you don’t know the crimes I’m capable of.” I wish nothing more than the best for you and please stay safe. See you soon, Lynde
One of his students asked Buddha, “Are you the messiah?” “No”, answered Buddha. “Then are you a healer?” “No”, Buddha replied. “Then are you a teacher?” the student persisted. “No, I am not a teacher.” “Then what are you?” asked the student, exasperated. “I am awake”, Buddha replied.
“Please excuse me, I’m not thinking clear.
It must just be stress,
But I likely shouldn’t be here, I’m such a mess.
I don’t feel right.
What has come over me, I’m about
To lose my mind.
I always get it better right afterward;
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard.
How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey;
Wish I could explain…
Can I let the trees do the talking?
Can I let the ground do the walking?
Can I let the sky fill what’s missing?
Can I let my mouth do the listening? The listening…”— Lights