“He who knows and has thrown off all evil,
the overseer of the senses, the pure-minded,
firmly grounded in the Self and looking away
from all earthly objects, he is the same.”

Mait – Upanishads, VI. 1.

yes, nevermind
I used to say “this is mine”
but I, me, mine are now
a passthrough, just a flow

being the flow an identification itself
it wonders “is there anything else
left behind or yet to come?”

if there’s no I, me, mine, then someone
writing these lines, this very line,
which might seem mine
but it is not…

to the unchangeable
watching these changeable

the body
in its own sattvic way.