Overindulgence in desires makes one
greedy, the cup will never overflow that way, the aura will fray; become rough and coarse around the edges.
Life becomes the hunting
grounds where everything that is worth a dime is out of bounds, all
that would replenish you becomes completely foreign with time.
The heart hardens in the desolation of
the hunt for the ever elusive; now all sentient beings are your prey.
Unable to sustain your own energy, you must feed, you cannot receive.
Really you are fine, branded as a
slave, burning bridges behind you, empty as the store you plundered.
You claim to be un-save-able yet never were you closer to redemption
than now, closer to salvation than now. You start and finish right
here.
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