Saturday, March 7, 2009

Ripples of I AM

"I am," he said, "forevermore."

"I am this, and I am that, and I am everywhere."

All of natures speaks "I am." Silently as the fish glides, loud as a lion's road, laughingly as a hyena.

I am is here, and there, and everywhere. All the lands express I am, silently. Here and there are different textures only. The land and sea know no here and there.

The wind howls about the globe, flickering in the leaves, and on the grass, breezily whispering, "I am. The wind knows neither here nor there.

The sea rises and falls, touching every land. It powerfully knows and shows, "I am." But the sea knows neither here nor there.

Children seem to know "I am." They're just not very good at knowing who. Imagination calls them into being anything they wish.

Who and where are just ripples on the surface of "I am."

1 comment:

No One In Particular said...

The sea and the land are lucky. They don't have self-consciousness to confuse them. Yet very weirdly and paradoxically, self-consciousness and separation is the most perfect invitation to see there is only one. But the most difficult invitation. The eye cannot see itself, blah blah, all that stuff.