I want to be a cliff, a formidable rock emerging from the sea.
The crashing waves will find their end on my ruthless, sharp exterior.
My love for them is the fact that I am willing to bring them – the end.
The end ends all their suffering, but also takes away all that was a source of joy.
Now, they will have to be the light, they will have to be the love, they will have to forget about shaplessness, they will have to erase memories of form.
On my sharp exterior, they lose the mind that thinks all is already lost.
They lose the mind that was in charge, the mind that was able to perceive what the senses feel.
The mind that dictated stories, the mind that created the pain and the glory.
Without relief, with a sense of nothingness, they remain in the void.
Spirit of Tara 