Friday, July 8, 2016

A Question of Non-Agency Pondered as I Walked

When guilt is the spring
Then mystery is the clock
That keeps ticking within 
Forever tightly wound
Marking all the unknowns
And all the deficiencies
Of our daily lot

But once cause and effect
Are let slip through Indra's net
Then Self itself may go missing
And the clock may stop ticking
As No-self succeeds in untying
Identity's Gordian Knot


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