The universe and I Akshobhya Isn't an existence, undivided from the cosmos, great? I use my art and work to unfasten myself from the lens of my body. How amazing that despite the specific properties of the human body, I still exist in a universal self that goes nowhere, that comes from nowhere And yet penetrates everything, like sugar in cane juice. And the universe is pervaded by the phenomenology of the self. The fakir's illusory snake is born when the gawper doesn't see a rope. Jars must become clay, waves must become water, And ornamental bracelets must become gold, become metal. I own my-self. In the end, the pressing in of materialism is unreal, It is the product of all-embracing being, not the cause. My body is a part of reality or it is nothing. Therefore, when I light up my being, I light up reality. Calm and unburdened now, I was once tricked Into believing that matter birthed me. Never again! Look at
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