I have built my death bed;
It is through years of effort.
It is nothing simple to say the least; or profound.
It simply is a matter of illusion in this illusory state like everything else.
I spent years in trying to have a deeper connection with this existence.
Building naivity and connections to the self,
without breaking off from the other.
But all this yielded less than any use.
The lesson became more pronounced,
the more I tried to break away from it.
Now on my death bed;
I see everything which came a full circle.
All knowledge and wisdom of little or no use,
the love which was built upon with the beloved, destroyed -
burnt down to ashes.