When I met myself
I could then comprehend
That whatever I had envisaged, envisioned, Believed, desired or perturbed or coveted for
Were all but a DREAM.
While awake, I had been lulled in an ignorant sleep
Ego, fantasies, anxieties were but all its attributes,
So were the desires to be the best.
Who was I? I knew not
And so, kept chanting the lies my child self was taught.
Unless one day the mirror broke
The mind's beliefs all stood shattered
Realization shook its illusions, wisdom the heart invoked.
When I met myself,
The wisdom's eye was lit in its statuesque shine
I could then see, that in me, there was nothing actually mine.
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