I have been turned inside out.
What I thought was far
Is nearer than right here.
What I thought would take forever
Is already present
What I thought was outside me
Is inside so deep
That it pops out the other side
Like a moebius thought.
I was waiting for the clouds to pass
To see the sky.
I was waiting for the movie to end
To see the screen.
April grass shoots,
As alive and vibrant as the stone or snow.
All music made of the same stillness.
We are already
All that we could be,
And I have no effort left
To push against the air.
I look into your eyes
And instead of seeing you,
There is only us,
And there has only ever been.
Nothing has ever really happened.
I am treading water,
And walking on the spot.
I do not move through the world,
The world does not move through me –
Nothing moves but thought.
We are the unmoved mover.
In every second, everything folds up into the same place
A dream goes upon waking,
The ouroboros faster than light.
Collapsing upon ourself eternally,
A quantum foam,
A holy explosion,
Seething like the inside of a sun,
That is inside every dull atom,
Loud and clear,
But hidden in the mind that looks for it.
The serene, same Self in it all.
What a relief to be saved
From trying to be anything else.
