
Inspired/paraphrased from Chapter 4 (?) of Osho’s Life, Love, Laughter.
‘Are you there?’
I repeated until I heard.
‘Sober up’
I said.
There goes time
rolling into the valley of death.
‘Are you just passing through…’
unanchored and rootless
playing Candy Crush on the temple steps?
Pray the door open in the morning
to counter your own cunning.
Surrounded by a collective conspiracy,
obedient and carrying a box of conformity.
Go back to the pure mirror,
the born freedom, as the sky
before being hypnotised.
We all depart with empty hands;
Everything held was a dream.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

indeed, we’re born naked and empty-handed, and it is only right that we must leave so~
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Great work, Shaun – such irreverence “playing Candy Crush on the temple steps?” and love the alliteration ” Surrounded by a collective conspiracy,
obedient and carrying a box of conformity.”
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Thanks Andrew 🙏 Glad you enjoyed 👍
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I second these lines!!
Great work!
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Thanks Reelika 🙏
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A nice collection of poems with words of wisdom to think about! Well done Shaun.
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Thanks Dwight 🙏
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You are welcome!
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This line struck me: We all depart with empty hands. And so it is.
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I read something similar yesterday – ‘There are no pockets in a shroud.’ Maybe it’s a common phrase but it was the first time I’d heard it.
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“We all depart with empty hands”
So true. I loved the idea of Candy Crush in the temple steps!
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Thank you Sara 🙏
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We all depart with empty hands; Everything held was a dream.
It’s just a game but it can take our attention and concentration away from reality. Great lines shaun!
Hank
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Cheers Hank 🙏
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