Mirages appearing to and an empty
mask
Who watches who, when
no one does the task
No doer nor done; no
feeler no felt
No player to play,
the card that is dealt
If so great soul! Who
is it asking, who am I?
In this world sans
intentional stance
Does “self” perform
a delusional dance?
Zombies marching on
fate’s unfortunate belt
Or deluded bubbles
trapped in their own Umwelt
But epiphenomenal fools can we be?
Yet beyond the semiospheres do we
ever see?
Problems such of
agency
Free will, Soul, and clemency
Can we but wonder!
With bubble brains and divisive thought
Can we see beyond our inherent blunder?
As no single word can spell the
truth
And no single tree can bear a
composite fruit
No divisions can describe the
interdependent whole
No Components and parts can make
a unitary soul
Thus Life, magic and
consciousness
Are but illusions clarified by emptiness
Biases of
completeness and sufficiency
Blinded to the blind
spot efficiently
Thus are the illusions of self
and sentience!
Mirages playing on the blank screen of emptiness!
Life, magic and consciousness!
