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The witness

Stalked by thought, we chose to be nonchalant, by relinquishing belief of ownership, looking at these images, as ephemeral wisps of smoke, appearing and then disappearing, no different from waves of the ocean. Bereft of thought, all that which then remains, is formless presence poised in the void, as pure awareness self-aware, to which form is an object, from outside looking in at the senses five and lower mind; instruments for our use.

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