Nothing Personal

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

In the end it is finally understood
There was no “one” to do the seeing
There was no “thing” to be seen

And that “seeing ” was spontaneous
Only experience without subject or object
What we thought might have been

And all were only thoughts
That never existed in the first place
Just words on our minds screen

Stoic Poetry

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