The Illusion of Self

Experience of one's self As space for the world to fill But one is interpreted by others As an object within the world The view from hanging space With nothing above or below The oval boundaries of vision Fades out into darkness Plunged into the objective world Succeeding in annihilating myself There is no me on this level Only summoned upon an inward glance All are the space in which darkness crowds The silence in which sound is shaped The indivisible glimpse of consciousness Exists not far away, but right on the surface Right on the surface