There is no one

to know

or not know

anything.

This is

liberation.

Freedom from

being the one

who needs

to know.

You could say

that it's freedom

from me.

From the imaginary

One.

From the one

who is always

seeking freedom.

Rather than freedom

for me

that I sought

by trying

to get

what I thought

and felt

would bring me

what I desired :

peace,

joy,

happiness

and freedom.

And in the

non appearance

of me ....

liberation is

the natural reality,

the only reality.

Free from

the illusion

of being me;

freedom from

the illusion

of separation.

No one

gets to be

liberated,

there is simply

the seeming end

to the appearance

of me

and most

surprising

of all

it's obvious

that nothing

has been lost!

There is simply

This.

This appearance

This happening

This aliveness

This life.

Beautifully simple,

far too simple

for me

to ever accept.

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