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The suffering… 

we carry….

comes from

the “I”.

So maybe…

let’s not introduce ourselves

with “I”.

“I”…

detonates your peace.

And then—

in fragments…

you go searching for bliss.

All the dissatisfaction.

All those miseries.

“I”.

“I”… triggers the craving

for another “I”.

And “I”…

keeps multiplying…

until patience—

is gone.

Your “I”.

My “I”.

Both…

begging for something.

But what does “I” even hold?

Just the futility

of the world’s treasure.

This “I”…

craves pleasure.

This “I”…

so selfish.

So small.

Pathetic… “I”.

Open your eyes…

How distant…

you’ve become…

with your own “I”.

Your “I” is just dust—

not even the storm…

just dust

in a multiverse

that doesn’t even notice you.

Tell me

with what “I”…

does freedom hug you?

With what “I”…

do your emotions…

keep biting you?

You are already…

plugged into infinity.

And still…

your “I” wanders…

for things

that are already decaying.

Don’t turn life

into heartless humour.

Don’t spread

baseless rumour…

all because of “I”.

The divine…

made a quiet pact

with your “I”.

So your “I”…

and my “I”…

will…

fade.

Not with noise…

not with fear…

but like a drop…

returning…

to the ocean.