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I have washed up on shore,
Having held in abeyance
For several weeks now
Whatever I was feeling and thinking,
Reluctant or unwilling
Or perhaps incapable
Of putting down in bondage
To this paper prison
My butterfly reactions
And impressions that have occupied
My regard and were so peculiar.
Now here I am, trying to be lucid
And faithful, the rudder of myself
In my hand, and the whole boat
Of comprehension surrendered
To the no-Self of consciousness,
To the emptiness of anything
Here at all, and certainly
Of anyone experiencing the Void.
The fields of suffering and discomfort
Have been walked through, as it were,
And now I have come to the lake
Where I take up this oar of a pencil.
Author Bio :
Written by Virginia Parsell. For more from this author goto http://www.headless.org The Headless Way is a site dedicated to awakening to who we all really are, using the experimental method of Douglas Harding.
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