Life,
Through the differentiation
Of its own self-engendering movement,
Veils its own eyes
to the privilege of its self-experience.
What a joke when
a life full of contemplation
has only to show for its efforts
the understanding that occurs
when the mind is silenced by its own contradictions.
Understanding that
When I see you,
I see me.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
Life,
Through the differentiation
Of its own self-engendering movement,
Veils its own eyes
to the privilege of its self-experience.
What a joke when
a life full of contemplation
has only to show for its efforts
the understanding that occurs
when the mind is silenced by its own contradictions.
Understanding that
When I see you,
I see me.
From my blog http://the-they.blogspot.com/
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