SOLIPSSEY
The Lone Journey of a Solipsist
The eternal self is on a solo odyssey
it travels companionless
and in solitude
because nothing else exists
all other knowledge
apart from the self
is doubtful and uncertain
the world and other minds
are not real
they are my projections
this journey is a sólipssey
I perceive what seem to be
light and shade
radiance and gloom
I discern objects that my mind creates
the rushing stream
is my stream of consciousness
I watch myself watching myself
my thoughts, moods and feelings too
I greet myself
and acknowledging my presence
return the greeting
I move on the surface
and in neon-lit under-passages
past props and beams and gratings
my steps in time with my heartbeats
and breathing hard
I climb the long flight of steps
one hundred and sixty two of them
panting to the rhythm of my slow thoughts
I march on occasionally looking back
the big bells of the basilica chime the time
but I know that too is a mere figment
I am a refugee of the phenomenal world
in search of self realisation
without need of orthodoxy
I am a devotee of the Jivatma, the Purusha
the only one I know which is my own
the world and the mind are states of being
self-contained and transmúndane
I walk past all this phantasmagoria
distant, remote, unresponsive and autistic
I sólecise why shouldn't I
but like a soliton I create no waves
my kithless Khu my Nephesh
in its solitude is puzzled by the sight of others
they are errant bleary wraiths
my own earthly existence is illusory and solitary
and is baffled by conjugation copulation procreation
and mystified by progeny offspring and ramification
the self platform is the only platform
the self bar is the only bar
figures come and rapidly disappear
I flutter and waver waver and flutter
in the dark flickering moments of existence
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