Void of Self

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A visual companion for the poem (photo from pixabay.com)
Perception is stuck...
	out of time.

	There is nothing but void
	as the Self gets destroyed,
	with no escape to find
	in the silence of mind.
	It has to die.

	In destruction or change
	the Self must engage,
	by choosing which part
	it needs to discard.
	It has to change.

Perception rises...
	inside time.

The void is filled again,
the Self is whole again,
new memes emerge again,
the life feels good again,
again and again.
And again.

(11 June 2018)

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