The Circle- 5: Satori

All of life is suffering, 

True, but is it noble?

And no matter what I do

My life turns to rubble. 

I cannot live with myself.

But wait— 

Who is the “I”, 

and who is the self

that “I” cannot live with?

The shell cracks.

Perhaps there’s more to this world

Than meets the “I.”

This can’t be it, there must be more 

If I can open my eyes 

and walk through the door.