WHEN I DIDN'T EXIST WHAT MATTERED

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When I didn't exist what mattered?

When I cease to exist, what difference will it make...

I am but a tiny wavelet on the Transient Ocean called Life....

I am so insignificant yet I have failed to see that.  

The life-force behind this breath animates this body

and when it withdraws the form turns into dust;

yet for the most part I live as if I am someone....

it ill behooves me to give any importance to this fickle body-mind.  

This farce that I call me, has no reality of its own...

it is a wavelet, story-line, a dream, a concept....yet somehow I have made it "my" life, my existence, my life story, my reality..

My story is a fiction-drama staged in the concept of time.

When this body mind ceases to exist, the show goes on as before as if nothing happened.

 

I came with nothing; I shall depart with nothing.

Riding on the wings of breath, and clothed in flesh,

I came to experience this show for just a few days.

Why did I get so comfortable here when I was 

just a guest for a short while?

What made me start planning and collecting as 

if I am here for eternity?

Why did I start to think that I am responsible 

for my life and salvation.....what do I know

that I wish to salvage...and from what? 

 

How did I become somewhat obtrusive and presumptuous?

Now how to rid myself of all this baggage that got 

collected along the way? 

What made me forget who I really am?

 

No one failed because there is no separate existence as such.

Through thought the phantom ego self identified 

with a name and form.

It appears real against the illusory screen of time and 

space and takes on this false image.

Concealed as the illusion of ego-self, the story emerges that some one sees and experiences life and labels it one way or another.

In reality there is no person here, only an illusion, 

a storyline where the central character is called "I".  It has no independent reality whatsoever.  Then who is it that witnesses this life story?

 

There is only One Reality and nothing else apart from This.  

This seer cannot be seen as there is nothing else and no

one apart from IT.

 

Disillusioned: Daasandaasi 2007