What Is I?

I is a bit of
  patchwork—
of a trillion
  trillion
memories

The common
  denominator
among all of them
  is the I-view

Cut the I-view off
  at the source
and all those
  memories
will vanish

What remains
  is truly You

One clause in
  the I-view contract
read “You mush record
  every now.”

As an honest
  law-abiding I-view
like a fool you
  signed and did

Much to your
  chagrin when you
  discovered that
you could not
  turn it off

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Expansion

How to swell
  beyond the I-skin
How to fill
  the room with
  happiness

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Futility

To out-think thinking
  is more or less
like trying to
  outrun running

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Reading Vedanta

Reading Vedanta
  is more like
  reminiscing
than anything else

and

I seem to prefer
  reminiscing
before letting go—
  very strange

Gotta change that

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Us Midwives

Fetal thoughts
  remain unborn
unless we reach
  for them
to give them birth

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Advaita Quandary

Am I ready
  to let me go?
Oh, I don’t know
  I’m pretty
  precious

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Death Wish

I wish I did not
  have to breathe
I wish I could just
  sit in stillness

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The Real Skill

The skill is seeing
  through
the idea of it
  to the thing itself

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Philosophers

All true philosophers
  are not only “we”
but “I” with each other

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Selves

The little self
  has a thousand
  seams and stitches
The Big Self
  has none

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Sacred Syllables

Ease to Still
  Aware to Am
Seven sacred
  syllables
to guide me

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The Pacific

The Pacific Ocean?
  Oh, yes, indeed
it does go on
  for a bit

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This Old Body

Me to God:
  You can have it
God to me:
  Don’t want it now
—all used up

Oh, well—
  Guess I’m
  stuck with it

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History of self

I did not decide “I”
  ages ago—
I do every moment

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Shadows

A shadow cast
  by a feather
is as dark as that
  cast by a knife

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Sun and Moon

He looked at the sun
  and said
You know, that moon
  is really, really bright

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Discovery

I just discovered:
  Dogs cannot shit
and bark
  simultaneously

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Vichara

Who am I?
To whom this, that?
Self-aware
Discerning selves
  to stillness

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Purgatory

Just being in stillness
  strikes me as a
clear, joyous purgatory

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Private Maya

The mind is like
  a private Maya
helping the Self
  Illusionize

As would an
  auxiliary engine
or a
  servo-mechanism

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Word Play

An interesting
  question:
What is the
  quiddity
of a pound
  sterling?

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Sprung a Leak

This morning
  my mind
sprung a leak
and some lovely
  sentences
  escaped

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Questions

“Who am I?”
A more revelatory
  question might be:
“What is I?”

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Silver Lining

Worst silver lining
  ever:
struck by an
  empty, speeding
  ambulance

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Auto Dissonance

A Miata with
  disabled
license plates:
  cognitive
  dissonance

For it takes a
  circus quality
contortionist
  to get into

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The Egoic I

The I is a thick lens
  a filter, a tiny
constricting glass tube

a binding constriction
  we voluntarily
squeezed ourselves
  into

that we should enjoy
  our little selfdoms

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Spiders

So, Miss Spider
  kills Mr. Spider
after lovemaking
  —These Women!!

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Existence

Original lie:
  You do not exist
Original truth:
  You do

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