A retrovirus of the mind called “self”
Infecting me to measure and compare
Two falsehoods of entitlement and shame
An affliction of doubt and despair
I see my suffering did manifest
When transformed I became from my first breath
The vessel from which I now create
The fog upon the lie of life and death
But what from absence the soul cannot see
The legends of the ascension and fall
The “self” the universe has caused to be
Can set “I” free and celebrate it all
From nothing is “self” and one life’s conceived
Less “self” to nothing it can’t be deceived