The Rubicon

I have crossed the boundary
The die has been cast
Between self and non self
The terrain of doubt
The land of fear
Escaping into something
Light, ethereal, gossamer thread
The federation of states
Particle and wave
Consciousness or
Knowledge?
Perception or
Reality?
What do I know?
What do I perceive?
The difference is subtle
Yet dangerous, seductive
And casting a spell, weaving
Its sensuous, drifting
Invitation.
I take a decisive and irrevocable step
A loss of self. But who is self?
Where do I end and you begin?
No I have left that place!
Yet some part of my mind
Lingers
Looks back and regrets.

Choice?

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?
Why do I choose to be special
With all the pain it brings?
Me, myself, I
Separation, space and time
That’s what my cherished uniqueness brings.

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?
Why do I choose to judge
With all the pain it inflicts?
You, stranger, danger
Fear, guilt and anger
That’s what my ego brings

Why do I reject the whole
In favour of the parts?