Oh,
how lucky I am,
to never have taken myself,
seriously.
To,
never believe,
I know anything.
To,
forever exist.
Whilst knowing,
that knowing,
remains impossible.
For,
I've only,
thought.
Sought,
such.
Sought,
to indeed be,
such.
To,
essentially,
become why.
Become,
logic,
reason,
wisdom.
Be there,
no me,
which speaks.
Be there,
only sound.
Only,
the simplicity of,
being.
Consciousness,
be the flame.
Conscious,
be everything.
Yet,
such shall forever be,
only.
Shall,
forever be,
"Tabula Rasasic"
This,
"Blank slate",
absent the ability to know,
anything.
Such,
shall only,
experience.
For,
each second,
has never been.
Each,
and every second,
has never been.
Never,
existed within,
anything.
All,
is forever now.
Forever,
primordial.
Within such,
how could anything,
know?
©yungb123
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