Anatta

I am not my thoughts.
my thoughts are not me.
I am not my thoughts.
my thoughts are not me.

NO streaming fleeting tiny bluish
electromagnetic neural synaptic pulse
defines my existence,
fixes my nature.

Nor am I swirling primal fragments
thrown together captured
forming stagnant photographic images
of what I am.

I am evolution walking.
I am impermanence personified.

I am not my thoughts.
my thoughts are not me.
I am not my thoughts.
my thoughts are not me.



2000

By sextonpoet

© 2000 sextonpoet (All rights reserved)

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