the way of yin
only the no-thing sees it
until the I recognises itself through its apparent self
then what thought it led the body is seen as a lie
a dream of lies that is not a dream
the way of yin
becomes known
yet was always known
what forgets was not there to remember
and what looks now from the space of no-one
has no word for it
it could not be the way of yin if the mind were not there
to recognise it
From the forthcoming book - The Way of Yin (to be published Autumn 2024)
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