This poem points to the timelessness of our true nature. “When” we are looking from is eternity itself, eternity which holds all space-time in a ‘superposition’. Truly everything is happening everywhere all at once! If you insist on giving this to the mind to figure out, make sure you have an aspirin handy 😉
The poem and subject matter that follows will cause many minds to rebel and disagree with what is being stated. Accord, openness to contemplate or outright rejection are all fine! In “Dante’s Divine Comedy,” Dante encounters the phrase “abandon hope all ye who enter here” etched above the entrance to the underworld…
There are many ways to attempt to point to what we are in our essence. The ‘i’ here denotes the body/mind that a person may feel they are… with all the limitations, beliefs, concepts, successes, failures, history, hopes etc. The ‘I’ denotes consciousness/awareness/existence… which is what you are!
No one can give you their experience, only point you in a direction. What you are cannot be seen directly, has no objective qualities, and defies description. I am so grateful for the medium of poetry as the act of composing always brings a deep peace and clarity.
We’ve all heard the saying “don’t shoot the messenger” when someone brings unwanted or unsettling news… Investigated thoroughly it is seen that you are that messenger sending a message to yourself through every perception! Will you listen? Or will you take aim at the so called “other?”
This poem was read today in a live meeting and it was suggested (thank-you Ron!) that it might be the first of two… this poem illustrates a turning inward to knowingly abide as THAT. The second might be titled “Reintegration” and would speak of turning back outward to knowingly celebrate as THIS in the (apparent) world. Stay tuned!
Here we find a very short story that points to a common predicament created by thought. All thoughts and corresponding states arise in the mind. What we are allows for and observes all states yet when established in knowing our true nature, we remain utterly detached and unaffected by appearances.