Life moves
Like shadow and light,
Instantaneously appearing,
Though I cannot find time itself.
Cities mirrored in thought,
Nothing standing alone.
There is no seer without the seen,
No thought without thing.
Subject and object inter-rise.
Feelings, perceptions, none self-made.
Not even the heart
Lights its own flame.
The separate self departs.
There are sensations, conversations,
Aromatic contemplations,
But no I to claim
This emptiness cafe.
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