Oh,
how I laugh at the simple one.
Oh,
how I laugh at deep contemplation.
Oh,
how i laugh at,
human.
Forever perplexing it is,
to be this being.
To believe,
yet,
in truth comprehend nothing.
To be,
constantly beginning,
whilst deeming oneself seeking some,
end.
Oh,
how intensely hilarious it is,
to be this,
human.
Form you now,
you human child.
Form your essence.
Be you not absent,
whilst existing tethered to consistent ingesting.
For,
whilst such exist,
be there no threat.
No beast seeking to feast pon one's flesh.
Be there,
only human.
Oh,
how I laugh and play.
How,
I think not,
of surviving.
Think not,
of being.
Think not,
of self.
For,
whilst I exist,
as this pure consciousness.
I seek nothing,
but the joy,
of experience...
©yungb123
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