The Red Room. 11.2008
The storm passes, leaving in its wake a pale, calm tranquility.
From without, love is an enclosed, stifling world--full of turmoil, passions, intense undercurrents, and yet still sparkles of pure joy.
The Buddha says: leave the red dust behind. Instead, seek clarity, peace. Become one with the universe and discard the detritus of merely human things.
Sometimes I wish I could. Take the mantle of his words and place it upon my shoulders. What is it like to not think, not yearn, not want, and simply to be? Everyday must then be either a miracle or party to a world of dust.
I just want to live. Is this so much to ask?
