who are you?

Who are you?

A thought,
a wave
in the Sea of Love
I am
That
from which consciousness flows:
Awareness,
the stage upon which
the divine play appears
to be

Enjoying the show,
being the flow
of actors and actresses
coming and going,
entertaining
themselves
now,
always now,
no future, no past:
flowing Now

While beyond experience
nothing but
Awareness,
silent and still

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solitary

Solitary

Khao Niao lay still
on a patch of grass near her home

Her friends Peter and Mo Ping were gone,
and the dogs down the lane were a bit unfriendly,

but she howled along
with all the others in the neighborhood
each night once or twice,
whenever another began,

♫ ♫ ♫

and she was fine
alone

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Quietly observing
and listening,

now and then going
on a walk around her garden,

sometimes eating a bit from her bowl,

and otherwise doing
nothing at all

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Well connected with all around,
she flowed,

unbothered by innumerable thoughts
she simply was,
an expression of consciousness,
the Sea of Love

along with all the other beings

♫ ♫ ♫

Older now and letting go
slowly,
identity slipping away
and leaving only That behind

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nothing and all

Nothing and all

Crickets singing in the night,

passion fruit falling
from the vines,

a solitary dog laying
in its sleeping hole

Simply being,
calm and quiet,

nothing and all

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gentle and kind

Gentle and kind

Several beings,
gentle and kind,
had gathered for an evening fire,
sharing a few words
now and then,
sitting mostly
in silence,
surrounded by space,
being all
and nothing

♫ ♫ ♫

Crickets sang
with owls and toads,
bats on the wing flowing
gracefully

♫ ♫ ♫

And time slowed down
until it reached
a moment that could not be divided

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on the porch

On the porch

On the porch
three friends silent,
birds calling
now and then

♫ ♫ ♫

Trains of thought
slowing down
and then coming to a halt
in the stillness

rest

All luggage left behind,
identities alight
and then vanish in the nothingness
from which they flowed

space

Space

That in which the manifest dwells,
silent and calm,
observing all
that comes and goes,
undisturbed by thoughts and notions,
simply being
space

in between

branches and leaves,
musical notes
and all other beings
in this play of consciousness

♫ ♫ ♫