One day he decided to search for
himself.
He first found a thought that said
he was 72 and sick with a cold, but
then he saw that that thought
was not himself, but
just a thought.
Then he turned a corner
and came upon
another thought, this
one saying
he was disorganized and
fairly forgetful,
but he saw that it was
also
just a thought, not the
real him.
He kept searching, and
soon discovered
a thought that filled a whole
valley
and shouted that he was
weak
and encompassed by cares
and defects.
He shook with concern,
but then saw
something like a light
that let him know
that even that thought
was made
of nothing but brevity
and emptiness.
It sure wasn’t him, and
so he smiled,
set aside his search,
and sat
on a soft place in this
universe
of endless, always-new thoughts,
and studied them in
stillness and peace.
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