In the end it is finally understood
There was no “one” to do the seeing
There was no “thing” to be seen
And that “seeing ” was spontaneous
Only experience without subject or object
What we thought might have been
And all were only thoughts
That never existed in the first place
Just words on our minds screen
Stoic Poetry
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