Who Am I
That
we are
cognisant
at this moment,
within this matrix,
is all we are sure of,
since even if it’s a dream,
attention held in time quanta
embraces and releases life’s pulse,
being movement of objects in space-time.
Knowing that our awareness oscillates,
even dying out during deep sleep,
we should not exist, yet we do,
which compels us to infer,
that form is an object
and we are formless,
feeling by touch,
realm dual,
here and
now.
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