Vestige

The self-illumed Self
Akin to a countless odd suns!
Shows light to the world
And shadows form at once

The world seen in this light
Is not That to find
Nor is It the shadow
Due to the clouded mind

The appearance of others
Counted
within or without
Is by a false ego, seen
Separate from the Scout

The feeling of the void
May scare, soothe or skew
But it is not the end
Just One's point of view

Yet the senses play a fool
And until they so do
This world will remain
As its for me... and for you
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