The notion of Self,
The Me, My, I,
What is it?
Is it a habit?
Is it the reflection of time? Of past?
You can guess, but you don’t know,
Do you?
So, you start to inquire into the nature of this notion,
Whenever it comes to be, brought up to your field of attention,
What is the nature of it?
And you see that Self is, the essence, or, pure selfishness.
Self, comes to be for itself,
Not for anyone else, or anything else.
And seeing the limiting movement of the Self, you ask:
Is there freedom from the Self?
Can there be life that is selfless?
That too, you don’t know.
You may then ask, who doesn’t know?
Is it the Self?
Or something else?
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