It is a cycle — sukh then dukh,Sweetness fades, then comes the hook.Pleasure’s rise, then sorrow’s sting,The mind chained tight to everything. But this wheel, it spins by false command,A play of shadows on shifting sand.Escape the loop, the pull, the high —And watch the Self begin to fly. No joy, no pain can truly …
What if hell was the sky, and heaven the pit,And the devil wore robes while the angels split?If the preacher pulled triggers and the dealer said pray,Would you still bow your head or just look away? What if pain was the cure and joy made you sick,And the saints packed heat with a crucifix?If your …