You are not 
                                      responsible
                                      for everything 
                                      around you.

                                              All the 
                                              responsibility
                                              you feel
                                              is a mere 
                                              illusion of love.

                                      Love is letting 
                                      others grow, 
                                      just as nature does. 

                              Love is giving
                              others light,
                              just as suns do.

                                                              Bright,
                                                              from afar,
                                                              detached
                                                              because
                                                              attachment
                                                              is fear. 

                              The stars 
                                      are guiding 
                                            your voice.

                                                    You just 
                                                    need
                                                    to listen
                                                    deep;
                                                    make
                                                    silence
                                                    yours.

                   Silence 
                is like love
                 if you are 
                 listening.

                                                    Clearly,
                                                    in the 
                                                    distance,
                                                    alert
                                                    because
                                                    attention
                                                    is love.

                       There is no 
                              good or evil, 
                                      but perspectives 
                                           of permanent
                                                pain and dismay. 

       If you hate.. 

                    What about it? 

                               Don't fall 
                               into anger.

                                      Inside of you,
                                      all you feel
                                      is a river 
                                      of solar
                                      flares.

                                      If you do 
                                      [hate], 
                                      those flares will 
                                      consume 
                                      yourself 
                                      [and others]
                                      until it 
                                      burns
                                      all there is.

                                                                    So one way 
                                                                    or another,
                                                                    you are a 
                                                                    star of
                                                                    wild love. 

                                      Use your 
                                      solar flares
                                      with passion, 
                                      passionate
                                      detached light.

                  In love, 
                  there is 
                  nothing 
                  there
                  left of 
                  [the idea of] 
                           you. 

                                                        In hate,
                                                        there is 
                                                        nothing 
                                                        there
                                                        left but
                                                        [the idea of]
                                                        you until 
                                                        you explode
                                                        and die
                                                        [zombie-like].

                                      One way or
                                      another,
                                      you will stop 
                                      being [you]
                                      and liberty 
                                      will find its way
                                      into to your sun
                                      by consuming
                                      [your putting 
                                      out your fire]. 

                                                        One way 
                                                        [hate],
                                                        hurts as you 
                                                        dissolve
                                                        into the 
                                                        frustration
                                                        of powerless
                                                        rage.

                                      Another [love]
                                      blesses you
                                      as you
                                      disintegrate
                                      into an blissful 
                                      abyss of...

                                                  Say it loud
                                                  in the silence
                                                  of your purity!

                                                  You know the 
                                                  truth.

                                                  Open up!

                                                  No need 
                                                  for others 
                                                  to say
                                                  what you 
                                                  already know.

                                                  Listen deep.

                                                  Open up!

                                                  Find silence.

                                                  Open up!

                                      Be free,
                                      one way 
                                      or another.

                                      No one 
                                      can 
                                      hurt you,
                                      but [my
                                      precious] 
                                      fear.

                                                Fear
                                                  that 
                                                    enlarges
                                                     rage
                                                       in a
                                                         cage
                                                           of
                                                            pain.

                                      Reach 
                                      within...

                                                       Create 
                                                  another 
                                             approach
                                      to reality.

                                      Others 
                                      have 
                                      no real
                                      voice.

                                      You give
                                            them 
                                                life.

                                      You give 
                                             them
                                                 fame.

                                          You are 
                                          a sun 
                                          full of
                                          ardent
                                          flares.

                                                  How
                                               will 
                                             you 
                                           use
                                         your
                                      flares?

                                  Love 
                            or hate?

                      Maybe,
                something
            else. 

                                              Open up!

What way [imagine non-conceptual] would you prefer? Things are not like I say or like others say. To believe others is the easy way out, but that way costs your own freedom and inner knowledge. You are so conditioned to believe that there is such thing as: [hate] or [love].

That all you can understand is what you have been taught. However, there this non-conceptual approach that doesn’t use labels. Instead, there is freedom. Caught in the middle of nowhere? Calm down. There is time. There is hope. There is awareness within you. That is all you need, not the concept of hate or love.

There is something beyond them both, and I could use a word to describe it, but you would fall into the same error of not letting go. Just open your mind, and listen deeply. What do you observe? What is there? Can it be a word? I guess not.

The moment you describe it as a word it all becomes a concept [no more reality], but once you [observe] beyond the concept, then the word [as insight through awareness] becomes part of a non-concept because the word can be seen outside of “you”.

[Insight….]

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