In the absence of self, suffering begins to fade.

We graduate to sinking, progressing earning wisdom, shape shifting in between.

As the eons begin to pass, avoiding what we create, purposely bleeding without treating, chasing without seeing.

A choice to cast a shadow and within this cloak of time we withstand the tests of time.

With practice we inch closer, no longer facing the beauty of torture.

Passively participating, pretending while escaping, living without experiencing the necessity that is suffering.

Ignoring and evolving, separated from feeling. Clouded in meditation we lose all sense of being.

Pursuing this continuous transition.

We all assemble at just the right time.