Shredding Leaves Machete

gaze looked

This body
I look at
I'm not that.

This feeling,
I look at
I'm not that.

This thought,
I watch,
I'm not that.

This viewer,
I look.
I'm not that.

For the simple clear
I am the light itself.

Janaka said:
how the eye could see it himself?




Jean Marc Mantel

http://allpoetry.com/poem/by/jean-marc