Enemies at the Gate

The Self is simple
Deep within
Undisturbed
Unconcerned
Undefiled
I am everything the self is not
It is not a religion
It is not about Lord Buddha
It is about the Self
The atman
The Brahman within
Call it what we want
Words set but limitations
When words cease
The truth emerge
The Self is simple.
All the fuss about endings
The finals
The last shows
The decisions
The outcomes
Who marries who
Who wins
Who loses
But the winner wins in one loses the next
But it is the only thing I care about.
Although;
The Self is simple.
How do we progress you ask
Does humanity improve?
We are as primitive as ever
How we laugh when the person we adore treats us good
How we drool in envy when the the person we adore treats another good
How we depend on others to keep us happy
No? You don't?
The curse and swears you hurl when a driver overtakes you on the road
Stings you real bad
In fact;
The Self is simple
Only I make it a mess.