Self

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Dec 13, 2020

Creation.
Self
is creation.
Without
self,
there
is nothing.
Without
self, nothing
exists.
Without
self, nothing
to know.
No awareness.
No past,
no present,
no future.
Nothing.
Without self,
nothing
would be
everything.
Without self,
no universe.
No one
to talk to.
Nowhere
to go.
Nothing
to be.
Self-existence.
Center of
creation.
Without
self
no stars,
no earth,
no universe,
nothing.
Nothing
to learn.
Reality
meaningless.
Without
self, no
concepts,
no dreams.
Without
self, no
creation.
Self creates,
creates
everything!
Self, the
center
of all.
Without
self,
nothing.
Nothing
to see,
nothing
to smell.
Nothing exists.
Without 
self,
no wonder.
Nothing!

 

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