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Created on: September 30, 2007
at a windowwatching
at a window...watching...
what is it that passes by?
the window of the watcher
views the moving of the mind
pull the shades, darkness falls,
and yet the mind still dreams,
is the watcher watching that,
if so by what means?
the window is the eye
the lid is just a shade,
whatever presence IS STILL there,
yet IT was never made
in truth there is no watcher;
no window, no mind, no view;
no eye, no lid, no shade, no one,
no entity otherno two
there is only presence
awareness in eternal being
there is only knowing
infinite internal seeing
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