II
How did this happen?
Ordinary concepts…
So futile.
A self…a bubble
popping.
How many are there?
This one was so hidden,
so close that it
over layed all my vision.
So near that I viewed
through it…a filter.
I thought I knew this,
that I understood it.
I knew nothing, understand nothing.
Wow. What is there, to be nothing?
How does nothing let go of something?
~Choki
From Behind the Fence
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