I am not of existence
but I am
I occupy by the window of experience
I am as dispassionate as the glass
as that pane of glass
I look through what I see
I look back at the who of me
who senses what there is to see
I sense what seeing has to offer
I feel for what sensing has then proposed
all at once I move
from that receivership of that broadcast
into the compassionate broadcast
of what receivership has blessedly offered me
as I then once again
look through the window of experience
where there is a now
to what I see
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