Baskadia

I am tired of searching for essence in the maze of bodily sensations...

I feel so lost when I come back from any experience of objects and subjects... Where is the essence in those rigid formations...

The turbulent energy waves of the body flung me high up in the air and made me fall hard on the ground next moment....

Yet again and again I forsake the essence in order to get the momentary satisfaction...

Deep down everything tells me "not this not this", yet I embrace every nuisance of mine in the hope of finding the essence which can make me feel "home"....