I sees but does not watch
I hears but does not listen
I feels but does not touch
I tastes but does not eat
I smells but does not inhale
I is freedom without the ‘from’
I perceives but doesn’t conceptualize
I has never been born and can never die
I is the still, silent, ubiquitous point at the centre of the spinning world
I has never believed one single belief nor thought one thought nor made one choice
I is amoral, innocent, unconditioned intelligence which has nothing to do with intellect
I is joy without cause
I is love without object
I is what one is
and what all sentient beings are
bottom-line,
fundamental,
I-ness
I-ing
…
(as the perfect purple of a Jacaranda bloom)
I hears but does not listen
I feels but does not touch
I tastes but does not eat
I smells but does not inhale
I is freedom without the ‘from’
I perceives but doesn’t conceptualize
I has never been born and can never die
I is the still, silent, ubiquitous point at the centre of the spinning world
I has never believed one single belief nor thought one thought nor made one choice
I is amoral, innocent, unconditioned intelligence which has nothing to do with intellect
I is joy without cause
I is love without object
I is what one is
and what all sentient beings are
bottom-line,
fundamental,
I-ness
I-ing
…
(as the perfect purple of a Jacaranda bloom)
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