Wall (Mind)
Time is liaison between the different changes.
I don’t like anger , it leaves me ugly and guilty and it also gives me excruciating Headache.
It’s the invariable struggle of this existence to Paint this wall with Pristine white but like an stubborn malevolence chameleon it has been altering colors, from culpable grey to immoral black , from lusty red to rapturous yellow , from sly Pink to idealistic purple , but not that elusive Pristine white.
I want it unadorned, without any designs , without any piece of art because with art comes lecherous yearning for recognition and attention .
In its vast realm of egotism it has infinite lusty spiders with million legs, making cobwebs of desires in those inaccessible corners where they have entrapped and devoured my innocence.
This wall has been beguiling me to enchain my will to tame my aspiration , with its sarcastic laugh it has been ridiculing me, in all my effort to seek harmony .
They say Bodhisattva painted it White, Pristine tranquil white.
Its is 4.00 AM in the Morning, so I slept.
Time doesn’t change anything .