Nothing Further

[Indrajala]

Man's unsatisfactory indecision
Running from inevitable death
See things as they are and stop
Listen to the rhythm of the breath

Like sounds of broken clockwork
Ego is quite literally poisonous
A fetter from one life to the next
Rebirth is indeed most perilous

Constant groundless becoming
Disguised by our rise and fall
Seemingly uncountable eyes
Yet there's not a single eye at all

Puzzling paradoxical emptiness
The implications are immense
At peace and devoid of desire
The easing of everything tense

Secrecy of the occult unveiled
Knowledge without any knower
Nirvana's centreless circumference
Wisdom says there's nothing further

[master of puppets]

you can run faster and further,
unless practicing
the suffering eagle will catch you
how ever stable, steady or safe
is you way

you had say the noon,
noon comes.