Separation

Separation is a thin line
albeit very insistent
that says
I am this and therefore
not that
or I am this because
I am not that

But that line is erasable
It is tenuous
Don't assume that it
is your destiny forever
So question it sometimes

There is nothing so exclusive
that it can shut out
everything else
Separation is only a construct
in mind

When separation dissolves
we are open to being this one here
without being closed
to being that one there
for we are bigger than each of those
We are the infinity within which they arise

Knowing

I am the ground
I am the root
I am the trunk
I am the branch

I am the twig
and the leaf
at the farthest end
of the twig

I am so far
from the ground
so far
from the root

Yet as the tiny leaf
distinct from other leaves
and twig and branch
fragile and alone
I am connected
at all times
to the root
and something here knows that
undeniably, anavoidably, always

Tree of being

Solidly rooted
deep in the
primordial ground
of being

I move towards
the open skies
through trunk
and branches

Waving with the breeze
dancing with the storm
Sprouting leaves and flowers
Offering myself fully

Sweet being

Beingness cleaves itself
over and over again
so it may be aware
of itself
see itself
hear itself
taste itself
experience itself

Beingness cleaves itself
into seer and seen
so they may connect
via seeing
into listener and sound
so they may touch
via listening

Beingness cleaves itself
into you and I
so we may love each other
so beingness may love itself

And sweetest of all
beingness cleaves itself
so we may know
ourselves as beingness
so beingness may know itself
as beingness!