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The experience of true immortality

Summary:

At the end of journey to the West, Sun Wukong became the Victorious Fighting Buddha. What must that have been like? And why I think he might not want to stay like that.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Being a Buddha is true immortality. You cannot die, because you do not truly live.

You are yourself
and you are the trees
and you are the rocks

You are yourself
and you are the sunlight
and you are the star’s shine

You are yourself
and you are the ones you love
and you are the ones you hate

You are yourself
and you are the ground underneath
and you are the grand sky above

You are yourself
and you are the universe

And the universe says
you are at peace
you are satisfied

And the universe says
You are mine
I love you

And I said
Universe, I love you
I am all of you

I am the trees
I am the rocks
But I can’t discern these

I am the sunlight
I am the star’s shine
But their light I must decline

I am the ground underneath
I am the grand sky above
But the appreciation i got rid of

I am the ones I love
I am the ones I hate
But I can’t keep the difference straight

And I said
I am not at peace
I am not satisfied

And I said
Universe, I love you
But I am not myself

And the universe said
I love you
I understand

And the universe said
I love you
You will still be mine

And the universe said
I love you
Now be yourself

Sun Wukong, The Monkey King, The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, but not the Victorious Fighting Buddha, opened his eyes.

And he said to the universe: “Thank you and I love you”

Notes:

I imagine this could be why he Isn't the Victorious Fighting Buddha anymore in neither Monkie Kid nor Black myth. I also think this could naturally happen after the book.

I didn't quite know how to express the feelings and ideas I held while thinking about the story. It just sort of naturally formed into this sort of poetry style. Which is weird because I've never made poetry before (which might be obvious to poetry lovers). I just felt inspired, like a muse touched me. Which sounds terribly like hubris, but I don't know I kind of liked writing this. Hope you enjoyed too.

EDIT: Reading this back a couple months later and I still like the concept, but I really underestimated the difficulty of poetry lol. It looked so good in the moment.