Who do I become when I’m Non-Self

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“U” I am “Not”

At the center of the Universe I silently sit

For all my wit I’m just a whining whit

I seek not who I am but who I’m not

It leaves me in a fallacious fraught

To let go of who I am

Hanging on is such a sordid sham

Joy comes when I’m not

When I’m not trying to purposely plot

Is it the “not” who I dare to desire

It’s the “U” in the universe to that I auspiciously aspire

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