Consciousness (2)

And, resting in the palm of being,
I’m like the sky within the sky,
And nothing else could be more freeing
Than looking out of my own eye.

I see myself, and nothing’s missing,
And, though I’ve never lived before,
I taught the snake the art of hissing
And showed the tiger how to roar.

I’m present in the days remaining,
With neither attitude nor form,
And, like the wind when it starts raining,
I’m blowing up a total storm.

And, so that there be no confusion,
I’m both awareness and illusion.

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