08-26-2016, 01:26 PM
Two Worlds?
(Gleanings of the Meditative)
Friday, August 26, 2016 [sup]©[/sup]
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The world's out there
My world's in here
One world too many … one drop of a tear.
There is no “my”, not even a “me.”
No one there, to hear the falling tree
No one to choose “to be, or not to be.”
No head in the sand
No two feet to stand
No reaching out, no helping hand.
No one to write this, no one to read it
Not even a critic to bellow a “damn-it”
No open door beckons, so no fear to slam it.
No time, like the present
No loss of the pleasant
No suffering impoverished peasant.
So what's this log i've got stuck in “my” eye?
When there's not even an “I”
To blink under the Great Eye in the sky.
Mystery Supreme
“You're” not what “you” seem
Perhaps it's all just a dream.