When I talk to You
do I talk to an object?
You are the Beloved,
– my known ‘Beingness’.
But is Beingness a ‘thing?’
I look and I find You displayed
wherever my senses land
wherever my thoughts lead…
You never hide
but You cannot be found
Yet You only display your creation
– ‘world’ –
via this energy pattern called ‘me’ –
an infinity of ‘me’s.
And I – (with open awe and wonder)
realize that there is no I
that can be anything apart from You.
When I talk to ‘world’
in every shape and form
I talk to You
Tiny toads hop on moistly gleaming terracotta. There was a shower in the night, and for the first time in two sweltering weeks the airstream flowing into the sanctuary is cool. Well, it’s cooler than skin temperature and that feels heavenly.
‘I’ soothes itself with fresh breezes,
delights itself with the golden dappled dawn,
amuses itself with bird-gossip and highjinks,
scribbles its way across a blank page…
‘I’ is Awareness incarnate,
‘I’ is the eye through which we see the world
and at the same time It is the world appearing.
What else can be said?
“You are the world!” Krishnamurti insisted
nothing to be sensed,
no sentient beings
no sentient beings?
nothing to sense,
the great knowledge of indigenous peoples
makes profound sense
of the sensuous:
nomads tracing songlines
gypsies ritually roaming
walking, singing, painting, dancing
world-ing the world
in inextricable intimacy