Who is the one reading these words right now?
What is it that perceives these words?
Is it confined to the body?
Does the one reading this stops at the skin?
Or is it confined to the mind and its processes.
The comprehension, the reactions,
the thoughts coming and going?
If one takes the trouble to investigate,
just where one is right now,
inevitably one finds that there is no end to This.
Everything is perceived,
in This and as This.
Including the body,
the swaying trees,
the sound of water,
and a car passing by.
Everything is perceived equally.
There is not one thing more yours than other things.
Life is impersonal
Everything is perceived equally
Everything you meet and encounter is You,
There is no other.
Life is Personal
Everything is You
The total paradox...
It is neither personal nor impersonal and yet
at once personal and impersonal.
Personality is a fiction of the impersonal;
impersonality the mask of a Person.