Sitting this morning at summer’s window
wondering
what quirk of destiny’s unfolding
led
to the conviction of separation in
a human mind
How is it possible to so thoroughly
believe
in something (a solid independent ‘me’)
that has never been able to be proven
to exist?
How is it possible to turn this
phantom
into a seeker who desperately
desires
to be free of itself and its stories? (huh?)
How is it possible to
avoid
the in-your-face obvious and
inescapable
truth
that the present presents with
every nano-second of aliveness?
How could anything so
simple
available
uncomplicated
and unavoidable
turn into a mystery, a concept
that would fuel galaxies of
religious and philosophical
thought-worlds?
It’s totally beyond me…
(literally and figuratively)
But it’s bloody marvelous all the same.
wondering
what quirk of destiny’s unfolding
led
to the conviction of separation in
a human mind
How is it possible to so thoroughly
believe
in something (a solid independent ‘me’)
that has never been able to be proven
to exist?
How is it possible to turn this
phantom
into a seeker who desperately
desires
to be free of itself and its stories? (huh?)
How is it possible to
avoid
the in-your-face obvious and
inescapable
truth
that the present presents with
every nano-second of aliveness?
How could anything so
simple
available
uncomplicated
and unavoidable
turn into a mystery, a concept
that would fuel galaxies of
religious and philosophical
thought-worlds?
It’s totally beyond me…
(literally and figuratively)
But it’s bloody marvelous all the same.
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