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What is Isness of the Is?
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Where is the truth that eludes My and all great minds? I know only what is an illusion. Because all I know is contradiction. I find myself in a world that appears As it is not. I know I am But know not what I am, Or if I am one or part of One. The unself seems to surround me Separated from self by an un-erasable void, But yet, self and unself are the same. Sixty three parts hydrogen, Thirty five part helium, Two part neon; All is made up of ninety two, Including me. So I am a part and not a separate entity Independent of the Oneness of the Is. What then is the void the encircles What I know I am And removes me from what Really Is? If that is but an illusion, Which it must be, Then I am but an illusion For I am only if I am apart And different from all that is. |
But if I create this illusion From my senses and perceptions I must be me as an independent entity For that which is not Cannot know even an illusion. So the me of what I am Cannot be the total of My senses and perceptions For these create illusion which I can know. I am not what I know I am. I am part of that which I cannot know; A part of, the same as, and as One with All that Is. I am tormented because I want to know what the isness of the Is is. I already know But the illusions of my senses Cloud my true knowledge With false transitory knowledge. I must continue searching for the Self By rejecting myself as based on what I know From what I have learned. |