Hey there Reader, today I want to share a poem with you called, seeing myself that I wrote:
Seeing myself:
Today I took my dog down for a walk and I saw myself.
I saw myself in my dog, the dog is myself, the dog is my own being.
I then saw a cat, running towards us, that cat is myself, that cat is my own being.
I looked around the trees and people moving by, they are also myself.
I felt happy, and then felt a fear, the fear was saying: "What if I forget this understanding", and that fear is myself, speaking to myself.
I saw the space around me and I saw myself.
I see the sky, and I see myself.
I am writing on a laptop, and I see myself, and the words themselves, are myself.
Everything is myself.
This creation is a creation and celebration of myself, made of myself, known by myself, appearing in myself, and I myself, am playing a role in this game that I am playing with myself.
All is the Self, know nothing but the Self, Love nothing but the Self, see nothing but the Self.
Everything I see, Hear, Smell, Touch, Feel, Think, Taste is myself.
Thank you for this game we're playing. "
My invitation to you is to ask yourself, what would life be like, if you were to see everything and everyone as yourself?
And if you want to share with me, reply below with your answer, I personally read all responses.
In LovingKindness, Daniel❤️.
