I only Live for Myself

I only Live for Myself

I don't live for others.
I only live for myself.
Without me living first with myself;
How the hell could I give to others;
Without me first destroying myself?

And if I refuse to give to others,
And you tell it is wrong for me to keep things for myself,
Then how in hell you ever came to thinking;
That others have the right to keep my things for themselves
Without them destroying me first?

I don't act to be happy.
But I act accordingly;
Or perhaps accordingly is acting on me;
But by accordingly I simply mean;
That I have no choice but to act to be happy.

I blame Me

I blame Me

I blame no one. I only blame me.
But I found out, there is no I.
Just a grand idea.
So there is no me either.

So, where is the blame part?
Only blame blaming itself.
Itself backfiring to itself.
Aha. Just a play.
I am. Always be. I am.

 

Why do I Exist?

Why do I Exist?

I am aware, therefore I exist.
I am aware, therefore I seem to exist.
I am, therefore I
I am, therefore seemingly I.
I am.

What else could it be?
If I didn't wake-up, how to tell what?

~ Erro

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I? 
What am I?
I am not really looking for an answer. 
I am looking for the one asking it. 
When the one in doubt is found, 
The question ceases to exist. 

The answer will be revealed not that the question was satisfied. 

The answer will be revealed only because the question resigned first.
And the question will only stop when the questioner is found.
Who am I?
What am I?
Find the one who asks. Find the questioner.
God will be revealed.

~Erro

When the Student is ready, the Teacher appears

When the Student is ready, the Teacher appears

All of a sudden my teacher appeared from nowhere. 

And he didn't appear by himself. 

He appeared not for any other reason;

Than me becoming an able student first. 

When the inquiry arises from within;

An able teacher will come to visit. 

And this happened not that it has been by doing. 

But primarily this came upon because it just happened. 

When the student is already ripe;

The teacher now ceases to exists;

Along with the student, the two will go.

The student and teacher now merges. 

Nobody does anything. 

All is happening. 

Life is It is as It is

Life is It is as It is

Joy is...
not when the debate of existence is settled;
not when theories are finally proven;
not when the intellectual opponent is dead or put to shame;
not when the judges awarded the winning prize;
not when the Endgame is finally reached.

Joy is while it is as it is.
That is what I call Life!

~Erro

Mind is an Unending Rebuttal to Life.

Mind is an Unending Rebuttal to Life.

Mind will cease? It will not
It will not until you rot.
Dream loving, love dreaming
But it won't come until it's done.

When it's done and sure it will
What would be left of that resounding fear?
None is seen as troublesome
As when fear is there, still undone.

But come and see the gods invite
You eat with them, partake with might.
Devour the flesh of thickened clout
Then gather the self from inside out.

Mind is an unending rebuttal to Life.
That's the Punishment.
But when seen as That.
Oh boy, that's the Paradise you've been looking for!

Erro

On a Razor's Edge

On a Razor's Edge

Dream catching the dream;
Of catching the One to whom It clings.

Trying to grasp the One that sees;
From behind the eyes of the one that seeks.

The trick is on but thinly veiled.
As thin as edge of a razor's blade.
Oh what a mad mind which plays itself
Plays well itself in the grandest theft!

You want a taste, then cut the chase.
Want it all, then cease the pace;
Look and see that none is done
No matter grand you arrive at none.

Arrive at none is not a wasted plan.
Choices are on but yet none done.
Slap your face and consider this.
That glory is already here as eternally old as peace.