Choices 

Who did I choose to be?
Without realizing in the process that I don’t know, that I don’t know, that I don’t know …
This road leads to nowhere.
There are no levels to this
multi-level platform.
The only true level is the platform
And in this being the only level the multi-level platform is nonexistent, is just a verb.
Am I this platform?
Am I not? A stone?
I decide — one, two, three — action!
Affliction breeds challenge.
What if I just feel, without accepting reality as it is until it is not?
Now, a challenge could bring anger, then hatred, then the inescapable importance of suffering.
Unaware of all this love, full of wisdom, full of absence within hollow, then solid, then laughter,
then a stone just like a stone; resting in a river bed waiting to get dissolved to become what is not possible to be, or not?
How to wait for the next from without?
A madman waits…place after place, level after level, wanting more of nothing.
There are only virtues in this empty bag.