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