Those pronouns
Me and the others
Reek of separation..
That is a thought
Rising which seems
To have discarded
The cloak of separation..
Another rising might
Note a judgmental
Tone of the discard..
A stream of risings
Not separate from
Fallings..including
This one:
Happy New Year...!
Liberation
For the separate
Individual
Is not possible..
The end of
Liberation is an
Expression of
Freedom...
No separation
Resonance may seem
A flip in perception..
What seems separate
Is not separated..
Paradox and not
It is home...
A seemingly
Stilled life
An appearance
Of life never
Stilled..
Where is death's
Sting..?
"You" and experience
Are synonymous
And empty..
Paradoxically or not
What seems happening
Arises, unknowingly...
