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 someone else might say is mine
but it is not! no identification – connection

connection to the unchangeable…
watching these changeable
in its own sattvic way.