an unstained world

looking through the baby’s eyes
I would be less confused
not knowing
not calling
just experiencing seeing
which not reduced by thoughts
wouldn’t create any concepts
nor meaning
and the “who I am” stuff
would not stick into my mind
like criticism glued
to an arid performance
I could see myself anew
again and again
reviving like a lotus flower
and blooming after every stasis
and even sitting in mud
I’d flower clean
pure and divine
in the unstained world
I’d live

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