The ignorance of I,
casts a shadow upon the world:
a shadow that colours and distorts
with purpose, meaning, and value,
a world that just is.
I am responsible:
for the darkness of that shadow,
for stepping into identity
as the experiencer of experience,
that locks the mind into the causality
of cognition, desire, fear, and resistance,
though experience just is,
and happens to no one.
I gave reality to myself,
and I gave reality to the world.
I can do nothing for I am unreal.
But the unreal can dissolve like a cloud,
whose absence floods the world with light.