Today

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Today

I felt as if someone had played me a great joke

making me believe

my body was my own

my thoughts were my own

my emotions were my own

that I were the proprietor

the owner of anything

 

the sensation of a lasting focus had had me tricked

made me equate form with individuality

motion with sole responsiblity

 

when

the ocean remains uncreased by the wind

the mirror untouched by dust

the field untread

and there are no one to meet

 

when there simply are two layers:

that which is and that which results from it

or:

that which is still and that which is moving

 

when ownership is relinquished,

when one is lost

all are lost

and there is nothing that should be condemned

 

and this was what made me laugh

the striving

when even the bound form

is free

leaving only itself