1)--- When I, the separate self,
take an honest look at my makeup,
I fall to pieces.
All I see, all I find, are fragments.
Nothing of any substance can I call my own.
2)--- It turns out that the I
that
I have always thought I am is the wrong I!
It is not an individual I made up of passing
thoughts, emotions, sensations,
and
perceptions.
How mistaken could I be?
3)--- It’s the only I there is.
The only I that can be.
The I that knows all things,
yet itself cannot be known.
The I that cannot be found,
yet is everywhere.
The I that is beyond thought,
beyond appearance.
4)---This I cannot fall to pieces,
cannot be divided in any way.
It would be like trying to cut the sky in half