The Zero, the Partial and the Ultimate.

Poetry
The Egg
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As soon as the shell is broken,
The Ego emerges out.
As soon as the Ego emerges,
Split is The Consciousness.
As soon as The Consciousness is split,
Appear The 'Me', and the 'Not-Me' too,
Emerge out and Appear as the two ends.
The one is the center,
The circumference the other.
As soon as extends the periphery,
An infinity of radii emerges out.
Each one joins the center,
With a point on the periphery,
How-so-ever small or big.
And is Identified The center,
With the point.
The identification holds for a second,
Or for a whole eon.
Though time matters not,
And emerges out in imagination only.
The Split is the only pain,
And is so the identification too.
Yet this goes on and on,
Even if when;
The identification is Zero,
That is;
--When the Ego has gone to sleep.
For then,
There is the identification perfect.
With the thought :
"I know nothing."
Yet there is the perception,
There is the Consciousness,
--'Still' and Latent as the potential,
Though not Manifest,
Though in perfect oblivion,
In, -- and at abeyance.
And even in death,
The same thing happens again,
When the shell is broken once again,
And the Ego leaves the body,
Enters into another realm,
The one that is ever so unknown,
In this body; - In this world.
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