Experience of one's self
As space for the world to fill
But one is interpreted by others
As an object within the world
The view from hanging space
With nothing above or below
The oval boundaries of vision
Fades out into darkness
Plunged into the objective world
Succeeding in annihilating my self
There is no me on this level
Only summoned upon an inward glance
All are the space in which darkness crowds
The silence in which sound is shaped
The indivisible glimpse of consciousness
Exists not far away, but right on the surface
Right on the surface