No-Self

There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.

	Self... try to look at me !
	Tell me... what can you see ?
	Watch my actions, watch my play.
	Do not fear and run away !
	I'm not here to bring you pain,
	but to break your problem-chain.
	You may think I'm like yourself,
	but I'm not. I am No-Self.

There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.

	Self... why so many paradoxes ?
	Things don't fit your little boxes ?
	You keep breaking things apart
	and you think you're very smart.
	Every time you look for peace,
	it's either gift, or it's police.
	Why can't you look into yourself ?
	Is it fear of me... No-Self ?

There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.

	Self... how do you think I act ?
	From concrete into abstract ?
	Or the other way around,
	by perceiving common ground.
	How can I relate to others ?
	Same time mothers, same time brothers.
	How do I think of myself ?
	Thinking, yes... that is No-Self.

There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.