As it is
Even when that I was looking inside,
I was looking through outer lenses.
Then when I was swallowed by my own depth,
inner and outer was no more.
Yet there was a shift when stepping out again.
I realized that what I experience as before—
as if there was a prior to some form of other event—
I was looking for something.
This shift in perspective removed that seer.
What is left is experience,
without future or past.
Just as it is.
Until something else is or is not.
From nothing comes everything
and returns to nothing.
I do not have memory,
for in every moment I am full.
I am in constant manifestation of everything.
Yet I write to my self
to tell what cannot be told.
Alex
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