Selflessness
Thought is borderÂ
-like an elephant’s fragile rope-Â
it can bind without substance
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Unexamined belief binds beings
as beings
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Take this collection
of thought, call it my mind
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Take this collection of memory moments
call it my life
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Here, newly minted sense percepts become world
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And me- oh my-Â
created by boundary
& fresh space time
.
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And so it is seen.
and still it continues.
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what isn’t * what is
what is*what isn’t
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love makes more and more sense
and sense makes more and more love as the drop drops pretense
of self-origination
oceanic love continues
moving, crashing against itself- spraying the 10 000 things
being-drops
.
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I love this poem.