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So Simple

It was all
So simple
So clear
Transparent
Always here

That I ever searched
Ever sought after it —
Read books
To understand it
Listened
To talks
And talkers
For thousands of hours —
Is now
Beyond belief

I can’t believe
I actually thought
Books and teachers
Were needed
To get here —
To where
I always
Already was
In my own body
On my own
Two feet

Where else
Is life
But here
This here
Is the destination
End of all seeking
Where all roads end
Where all meanings
Merge
Where all things
Cease
Where death
Happens
Where birth
Happens

Truth or enlightenment —
What nonsense
Who is there
To be enlightened

This body
Is already
Enlightened —
Before it knew
Anything

Mind does not
Become enlightened
Mind is
An instrument
Of transmission —
Not the carrier
Of light

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