Selflessness

Thought is border

-like an elephant’s fragile rope-

it can bind without substance

Unexamined belief binds beings

as beings

Take this collection

of thought, call it my mind

Take this collection of memory moments

call it my life

Here, newly minted sense percepts become world

And me- oh my-

created by boundary

& fresh space time

And so it is seen.

and still it continues.

what isn’t * what is

what is*what isn’t

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