when the myth of separation erases itself
from the mind’s story-trove
one free-falls into a view (there’s no choice about it)
that’s viewerless
the shock of seamless intimacy is usually hair-raising
devastating, humbling
no separation! outside & inside – same!
repeat: same!
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all those stories one tells oneself about oneself
and the mythical others
all those resolutions made in the aching lostness:
practice! diligence! discretion!
all those stern exclusions: the egotist, the phoney
the ignorant, the ‘evil’…
all those fantasies about embracing
some Unknowable Immensity
aye
all those comforting conclusions; certitudes acquired
along a streaming lifeline
gone – synapses wiped
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only this Nothing that excludes nothing
remains, on Its knees
utterly undone
fully full
and excruciatingly sweet
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