I live in my world where the words "I" and "you" have too much importance.

I find my self in a world I have created.

My sense of a separate self is an illusion I maintain.

I am trapped in time.

Whatever I perceive, is a mirror of my sense of self.

An owl shows me the illusion of a separate self.

No self, no attachment, no suffering.

With no thoughts of self, I find the present moment.

With stillness, I become an awareness beyond thought.

With still thoughts, I am formless.

In formlessness, there is oneness.

My world becomes timeless.

A place where God dwells.

I accept uncertainty.

I accept impermanence and find there is no death.

I have no identification with form or self, in the space between thoughts.

Awareness of that which is within.

The universe awakens to itself.

I sit between self and no self.

We are our choices.