I take off my clothes,
lift them to my face,
inhale the fragrance of my skin.
By what alchemy was that unique odour created?
I soak in the bath,
submerged to my chin.
Wetness, warmth: what registers these sensations
yet never gets wet?
I towel-dry my mop of silver hair.
I marvel that it grows, it falls out;
more grows, automatically.
Can I spin one thread of hair?
I trim a toenail.
How does this perfect toe-guard
know how to grow?
Is there a how-to manual for nails (and hair and cells)?
My scissors slip.
I watch my bright blood slowly seep,
congeal, clot (or not).
Can I control a clot?
I listen to the ambient sounds of my environment.
By what miracle can I hear
the kettle boiling urgently,
and those rowdy Kookaburras?
I make coffee and slowly savour the flavour,
Where exactly is ‘taste’ located?
Then, uninvited, the mother of all questions shows up:
Where’s my world viewed from?
I gaze undistractedly
at my coffee cup.
I can’t find a point of perspective.
So then I try to find a viewer.
Can I find a fixed point,
Almost 75 years of wondering, checking for myself,
what can I report?
Well, as the saying goes: All the lights are on but
no one’s home.
I imagined myself into existence,
only to find I am unfindable.
What I find is inescapable space.
Space that’s unimagined, and unarguably aware.
Space – ceaselessly birthing
all experience in, and as, time,
including this tricky two-step called
Aware space, dancing
as every sensation, feeling, thought,
every belief – questioned or not,
every thing and every no-thing too.
And I, hobbled and hollow-boned,
know its fancy footwork as my own.
Don’t you just love the way a few moments
spiked with questions of the unanswerable kind
can deliver you to your effulgent nothingness?
– with a deep bow, ml
Art – Edgar Degas, Woman Seen from Behind, Drying her Hair c. 1905 – 1910.
19 thoughts on “how a few moments of empty-mind spiked with questions of the unanswerable kind can deliver you to your effulgent nothingness”
O miriam….you have “done “IT’ ” AGAIN!!! what a gentle yet o so “spot on” wording of what IS!!! THANK YOU Dorothea
Lovely Dorothea, we are in tandem as usual! Thank you for your enthusiasm. ❤
and there you go divine M…right back into the deep end of the pool, the only end there is…
Deepest gratitude for your beautiful, joy-filled Seeing and sharing.
Pure Awe always.
Thank you for reading, dear Scott, and for leaping into the deep end with me.
I so appreciate your company on this bottomless dive.
A deep bow to you – always.
Deep content sigh
Now newly baked sourdough bun – butter – tea
and wings of gratitude to you
I can smell that bun; I can feel the brush of those angel-wings. Thank you sweet Nina. x
Simply wonderful. Thank you and love, flying your way.
Oh Amrita – you’ve been on my mind so much lately. I miss you.
A love torpedo is flying your way. Best take cover!
BOOM! (Pun intended lol)
This timeless moment, so aptly painted with your words ~ grateful for your radiant heart/art ~ 🍃
Thank you so much dear Shira. Bright, boundless love to you, always. ❤
Dear Miriam, I’m new to “aware space” though not entirely so to “effulgent nothingness”… Your sublime poem is imbued throughout with a luminous, honest and humble clarity which does not permit anything to remain obscure, hidden, unexamined. You seek the heart of matter and find it. It is utterly exquisite on all levels. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful gift with us (and I’m glad I could connect with fb to comment here :-))
I’m deeply grateful for your comment, dear Laura – and to fb for making it possible for you to connect this way.
“aware space” is a signifier that only dropped in to my vocabulary recently, after a tectonic mind shift (seems they never end).
I have a feeling I’ll be writing more about this…
Reblogged this on Gathering of Wisdom.
Very beautiful! 🙏♥️
Thank you, @telangley. Also – thanks for sharing on your blog. It’s good to meet you here, and there. ❤
Thank you for your kind words Miriam. Believe me, the pleasure is mine and you may call me Tom, if you like 🙏❤️
Between the wonder of everything . and the pervasiveness of nothing . lies the moment that calls for our attention
Stunning. Thank you Ananda.