The Paradoxical Axiom
by David Bowles

I am not, yet I am, all the same.
The trillions of memes whirling
within the confines of this brain
are but a portal onto the teeming,
unfathomable depths of Brahman.
I am an intrusion of that sphere into the physical world.
I’m not the dancer, I am the dance,
whose moves are ever-changing forms
within a meaningless tableau.
I’m not the fingers playing keys and strings—
I am the notes themselves, unvoiced and free.

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