my millions of children

i m standing at one end of a huge never-ending hall.
this huge hall is full of my children, my creations.
they are children so they all are trying to drag the attention.
they all are trying to drag my attention because i am their creator.

i am creating millions of them everyday because thats my nature.
i am creating millions of faces of my ego everyday and paying attention to them because thats my nature.

i have to cross this huge hall and reach the other end.
how should i achieve that?

by first not paying attention to the acts of my millions of children.
when i don't pay attention to them, with time i loose my nature.
eventually, i even stop generating my children.

actually if i loose my nature then i can sail through the hall effortlessly.

am i right?

the never ending path of life

i walk on a rope hanging in the void of truth.
the source end of this rope is the force of creation.
and the other end is nowhere.

when i walk ahead i generate another yard of the rope under my feet.
so i never stop, i keep walking forever.

why don't i gather courage and stop generating those extra yards and just fall off?
after all i will fall in the lap of truth, the ultimate abstract everything.

the spider and its cobweb

imagine a spider which gets caught in its own cobweb: thats me the foolish one.

a wise one would be a spider, which due to the physical laws is bound to create cobwebs, but never gets trapped in them.