To be so empty,
but so full.
To have no wants,
but to fill the wants given.
To surrender,
but in doing so,
to be given complete freedom.
The mind is the strings,
the body, the puppeteer's plaything.
You can't help but watch,
as one arm moves,
without the owner's permission.
You may see it happen from
the devil on your shoulder.
You may let it slip away.
But sometimes,
the ghost of such memories
is better than knowing the truth.
And sometimes,
all that
emptiness
can leave
you full
of
bliss.
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