Poetry · 1 min read · March 5, 2026
The Eye and the Mountain
The self I was trying to find Was a phantom created By observing outside myself.
The self
I was trying to find
Was a phantom created
By observing outside myself.
When the observer recognizes himself,
There is nothing more to observe.
No more fragmentation.
No more suffering.
No more striving.
No more story.
There's only
Movement
Of life
Itself
.
Eye of the Mountain