Reality gets polished By every passing mind We are the wind and it the leaves And it all vanishes as it’s left behind We are the water on a river Along the flow of time The rocks, the fish, the mud The silver lining under sunshine We can never say for certain A particle or wave A cat alive and staring Or long into its grave A choice that led us to this moment Or many non-decisions Capitulating to this Our delusional condition Let us not forget There is no self, there is no wealth There’s only here and now, so let The id behind your eyes drop stealth It’s not awareness That you thought you were It’s awareness That you’re not just here It’s an ember of a larger flame A conch split into so many shards And kept away from all itself Through category and individual farce