Lose Self to Taste Life As It Is — Now

An ode to no-Self discovery in a short poem

It is no coincidence that the more you try to find your self, the less you find, sweet soul. There has never been a Self independent of the one who is apparently searching for it. Go a step beyond — who is the seeker? Who is perceiving that one? One idea of self just merges into another until you find that you could go on in this game forever.

Life is a fractal. Self-similarity perfectly reflecting itself onto infinity. Beyond your ideas of you, there is a field that you are always part of. Beyond words, there is your real presence. There is life vibrating with life. You project life into existence through where you focus your conscious attention. Your self cannot be described because it is contained within a much larger Self.

Any categorization of this self as one individual, one group, one nation is nothing more than an idea. Ideas allow us to keep playing this cosmic game. But when you get weary of them, simply remember Who You Are, sweet one. You are the gentle presence of nothing merged with the fierce loving power of everything. You are Here. That’s all.