This is not an intervention. Whether one remains addicted to
the world is neither here nor now
but just some lost in space-time dream before that wave of
being is aware of being that awareness,
as if this wave is crashing on the sands of suffering and
mad dog foam of war is seething in release
before intent of undertow is knowing wave is sea there is no
me but just that unknown depth of I.
And who can intervene with that?