Boxhill, Saturday Nov 18 2000
Looking from the outside in
To that which has always been
Looking from the inside out
See, hear, now, there is no separateness
-There is no separation
From this, the miracle of Existence
In this incarnation
Tears of fragility
Tears of surrender
Tentative footsteps of not-knowing-
-everything is included.
To my right on the earthen ridge
I see Nicholas in what looks like a woollen deerstalker cap
Over on my left, Evangeline
Maybe wondering how she made it
up the steep staircase of mud
In the city beyond the horizon,
people pretend to be fists when inside
They are open hands
Heart of the world exploding
Into the colours of autumn
-Golds, browns, yellows, pastel and bottle greens
In the mid-distance, white smoke billows up
From the belly-button of the Panorama
A train's pulsation
Like a heartbeat
A smile from Nicholas's shadowy
Face in the distance
If all faces were blurred
-They might look similar
A reminder that we're all One
Multiple expressions of the Totality.
Emanation of knowing-
I salute you
As you sit there seeing
How it all plays
Mirroring the fact that it no longer matters
How it all turned out
You, who are completely and solely alone
And completely, indisputably connected
I come to you-
I arrive with you
I stand at your door
Smiling, from the inside out.