Perhaps,
the moon does not realize
its Fullness
Until it begins waining
And only then
In its grasping for light
Does it
Suffer
maybe,
in its
Newness
Does it begin to think
It is enlightened.
It is finally nothing.
Only to start waxing
Again
And only,
the Witness is
knowing
It is always whole
Always empty
Always there
Aware.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Perhaps,
the moon does not realize
its Fullness
Until it begins waining
And only then
In its grasping for light
Does it
Suffer
maybe,
in its
Newness
Does it begin to think
It is enlightened.
It is finally nothing.
Only to start waxing
Again
And only,
the Witness is
knowing
It is always whole
Always empty
Always there
Aware.
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