“You are what your deep driving desire is. As your deep driving desire, so is your will, as your will so is your deed, as your deed, so is your destiny”-The Upanishads.
There is a beautiful palace in the heart of me. It's full of light and surrounded by rose bushes. There is a pond with salmons and goldfish and swans. Inside it, and all around it, are all the beauties in this world and beyond. I lived there alone. My deepest desire was to find someone to share everything with. Not just anyone. It has to be a man as plentiful as me. I have no liking for beggars.
One sunny morning I spotted him in a crowd. He seemed to glow, so self assured, such a broad smile, there he was standing tall. I knew he wouldn't notice me, since the second I saw him, I became the beggar I despised. Needless to say, it was a horrible situation, and suddenly a hideous labyrinth rose between the cold, grey, paved playground I was standing in right then, and my beautiful palace. While I trembled and stammered in body and thought, staring at the dark maze of corridors and infinite doors I'd have to go through to make my way home, he vanished from sight. So this is where I'm writing from now: somewhere in the maze, hungry and alone, with no magic sword to face the monsters, no thread of love to help me get safely home. Not dwelling in my heart, lost for love, nor in the world.
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