“My” Hypostasis

Auto-proved, independent monad within The Monad

Am I surely in the world or the world is inside me? My five senses are not enough; the rest of them make me “see”. Seeing and “seeing” are not identical; they are the two oars of the same boat, yeah. I write poems to understand my self-existent place in the space, but time must be defeated for this to be fully perceived. Time doesn’t pass; I pass through it. My hypostasis is for sure, and I know that when my mind is not obscured. So, I am able to stand on my own, as an autonomous entity in and out of the globe. This doesn’t raise walls between me and others; It makes us more connected than anything else. My Soul, my Self is self-sovereign; It doesn’t need something else to come and move IT. It is the action itself; auto-identified, independent. And that’s what makes it one with every other Self. “We” constitute the monad in which everything starts and ends, to start again and again and again.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

Here’s is a story I love, written by one of my favorite fellow-writers on Medium, Upasana Sharma