Spare me the idiocy of spiritual extremes. One end is taken by blind fanatics aching to burn the world, the other end by faint-hearted milk-sops, bleating empty platitudes as ash rains down around them.

Instead, let me attain that free-flowing edge that cuts ignorance from both groups, all the while honing itself with either one’s strength.

Eat suffering.  Digest wisdom.  Excrete ignorance.

What I wish I’d been told:  Each step requires a lot of focused work, or else you’re stopped in your tracks.  I WISH it was an automated process.

I’ve seen the gauche, hackneyed phrase “YOLO” rendered into the most brilliant, sublime words and I realized:

Truth isn”t confined to individual forms. Rather than cling to a specific flavor, I strive to hone my spirit so it can be nourished by truth manifesting in all forms, all places, and in the course of doing so, attain a truer state than the mind could ever grasp.

Heaven/Enlightenment/Etcetera-each just a word.

Constantly misinterpreted; of that we’re assured.

But if on one fateful day, I become something [more],

(Whatever I’d been looking for)

Then go ahead, remind me-I’ll use any damn word-

Because I’ll know it down to its Core.