The Vaporised Self
Taking each occurrence as perfect
although it may not be apparent
ceasing to weigh or measure or size
we flow in the current unresistant
Each doing that is done is with gusto
there being no stupor phlegmatic
for unendingly throbbing with rapture
bliss in renewal has us all ecstatic
We may say that we do not really exist
as the word is usually interpreted
for our identityless presence emptiness
frivolous ego agendas deselected
22-September-2020
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