A small child with a lollipop is full of joy.
When it’s taken away, there is true agony.
These extremes felt by young ones are intense but brief.
Older children won’t let themselves show that much grief
Over what they consider triviality.
The discretional mind they have learned to employ.
My pain comes from inside me; my pleasure as well.
There are stimuli outside, but I am the one
Who decides how to take them. The cause within me
Is the source of feeling experientially.
The discretional mind is the only reason
I can feel like I’m in heaven or else in hell.
The source of all my human experiences
Always is the discretional mind, ‘til it dies.
With no lack of discretion the disembodied
Will be flooded with feelings that greatly exceed
Any felt while in human form. I’ll realize
That without the gray matter, I’m left in pieces…
…Until those in the spirit realm whom I have known
While on earth here will greet me and offer guidance.
By the force of my habit I create my hell.
With no mind to sort out things, in darkness I dwell.
I do not want to end up in that circumstance
So my quest for alignment is not overblown.