None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these feet, nor these legs. Not the chill of this wind.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these streets, nor the sky. Not these trees.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these hands, not this voice. Not these eyes, or this face.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these words, nor these thoughts. Not this heart, nor this inner flame.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not this song, nor this walking. Not the sun, nor the cold.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not this journey, nor this life. Not these thoughts, nor this experiential consciousness.
This spontaneously self-manifesting sense of “I” is not me or mine.
The utter irrelevance of experience to awareness is your Freedom.
Oneness in the absence of self-identity is your Self-fulfillment.
Love that honours Oneness in face of diversity is your Compassion.
The self-adoration of life experiencing self-knowledge is your eternal dance of joy.
self manifesting miracles of form and activity – you are irrelevant to me.
O beloved you are a distant wave of light that reflects the world into life.
Self manifesting miracles of form and activity – you are irrelevant to me.
yet i sing, i sing this song, on and on, this endless song, of eternal love.
O exctasy of that eternal love.
self-manifesting miracles of phenomial of reality – are irrelevant to me.
O sweet beloved.