Dzogchen
Wednesday, January 26, 2011 A slave to word, I once again sit
In front of my own cellular-cellulose self.
A blank page onto its own narrative.
Logos worships its own endless ineffability in vain.
- What am I?
A space trying to embrace itself, nothing else.
Tat tvam asi.
dzogchen,
self,
tat tvam asi 
