picture H.Koppdelaney
Here is something entirely new
not relying on memory or
stories I have about myself.
A watching, from moment to moment
with a thread of something finer.
Accepting the coarse: tasting it,
observing the commentary, and the reactions that
pass like trains below a bridge.
Let them go.
Come back to this body
that is vibrant and alive.
Who am I?
I don’t know.
Profoundly relaxed.
A larger view comes into focus and
I am no longer divided.
I become receptive to a quality that
hovers above us like a sun pouring down.
An opening reveals itself,
Functioning like an antennae
that allows a different current to pass through.
It’s not about the “me” or the “you.”
We become mirrors, in which
we see and we are seen.
In giving ourselves
to this unthinkable now,
A seed of community is born.
not relying on memory or
stories I have about myself.
A watching, from moment to moment
with a thread of something finer.
Accepting the coarse: tasting it,
observing the commentary, and the reactions that
pass like trains below a bridge.
Let them go.
Come back to this body
that is vibrant and alive.
Who am I?
I don’t know.
Profoundly relaxed.
A larger view comes into focus and
I am no longer divided.
I become receptive to a quality that
hovers above us like a sun pouring down.
An opening reveals itself,
Functioning like an antennae
that allows a different current to pass through.
It’s not about the “me” or the “you.”
We become mirrors, in which
we see and we are seen.
In giving ourselves
to this unthinkable now,
A seed of community is born.
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