You and me,
are all,
equally born,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
Six billion,
all the same,
no one above,
no one below.
That’s all there is.
All the rest,
are simply clothes,
fancy and new,
shiny and bright,
old and weary,
recycled,
worn by us.
But still inside,
we are the same,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
No one above,
no one below,
that’s all there is.
We cling,
to the appearance,
experience,
of different looks,
ways of life,
taught by some,
assumed by others,
and the rest,
beyond the surface,
of equal measure,
and value for all,
collecting dust,
ignored by us,
but still,
that’s all there is.
The empire is old,
thousands of times,
tricks have been used,
of different flavour,
with the same,
results.
Each time,
the emperor has,
new clothes,
shiny and bright,
marvellous and light,
latest fashion,
shown by some,
assumed by others,
ignored by very few.
Different looks,
various ways,
to port the same,
recycle the old.
But still inside,
we are the same,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
No one above,
no one below,
that’s all there is.
When are we,
child enough,
bold and straight,
humble and strong,
look into eye,
and see,
what we are,
wearying,
imported by others,
adapted by us,
– are nothing real,
permanent kind,
but purely words,
ideas and thoughts?
That’s all,
they are,
but that’s not,
what there is.
We are born,
equally,
you and me,
purely naked,
and that’s
all there is.
Realise this,
nothing else is.
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