What becomes of me
when nothing remains
my god
it's happening again
close your eyes
I stumble over myself
in the darkness of mind
and I perceive myself
as I am, as I am not
I am he
he is they
they are we
and I am nothing
but the sum of my parts
Ideas take shape
they form,
they split
and I am overcome
I am --
countless parts
moving in unison
I am he
he is they
they are we
we are she
she is I
and I am no longer--
alone in the dark.
anatta gone wild
anatta gone wild
Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.
Re: anatta gone wild
I really like your poem. In fact it’s the best one I’ve read in a very long time. Thank you for writing it.