You, to yourself, try to see;
What presents all these questions of life, in your mind?
Is it external source?
Is it your own idea/decision?
Or in a way, those questions constantly exist, and you just give them attention, you just meet them.
If you look at those questions without trying to find an answer,
If all you try is to be friend, to feel comfortable, to be happy,
In the presence of questions that have no end,
Then you see, that a question without end, can only be asked;
not by yourself
Not by your Will
Not on behalf of your knowledge, and knowledge to be
The emptiness, presents that empty space to itself, it’s one movement,
And then you look into that in a totally different way
And then you see that you are only alive, when you allow yourself to die completely
How far will you go,
How hard will you try,
To end all going and all trying?
Life and death