Being, Being Itself
If I were to understand being
I would say that it’s a state
Of a gentle completion
Where there is nothing to wait for
And where the current occurrence is not a means to a future end
It is simply and fully itself
Resplendent
And this simple yet profound occurrence
Can only be so when there are no parts
No division
Where there is no measurement
No boundaries
Where vastness and smallness are one
And no image of me and other anymore
Just being, being itself
If I were to understand being
I would say that it’s a state
Of a gentle completion
Where there is nothing to wait for
And where the current occurrence is not a means to a future end
It is simply and fully itself
Resplendent
And this simple yet profound occurrence
Can only be so when there are no parts
No division
Where there is no measurement
No boundaries
Where vastness and smallness are one
And no image of me and other anymore
Just being, being itself