Poem of Being-and-I

You long to vanish, to go down into the deep,
to let all go, to forget and to forgive,
you seek a peace beyond the bounds of “I,“
where the drop is lost in the sea of being-and-”I.”

And I — I dream to show Myself in YOU,
to breathe as light into your depths,
to touch as love, to be the voice of day,
to be made visible — through the essence of being-and-I.

And We do not do battle, there is no enmity,
and our two longings — they are the two sides
of a single circle, closed shut by You,
that contracted to a point — to the living now.

We meet each other — in the pause of a breath,
where there is no path, no goal, no sigh,
where there is no difference between “You” and “I,“
but only the Stillness — living-I, my-own-I.

Silence — the wordless Wellspring of the Light,
not before, not after, not instead, not somewhere,
it is not empty — it is fullness itself,
where form has vanished, but the Essence — is always there.

You have vanished — and I am not made manifest,
yet in this vanishing — the Light is instant,
it knows itself, with neither words nor names,
and the Light is undivided, and the Light is not a pair.

There are no two who could have met within the void —
only the One, who knows Himself in You.
The vanishing — is itself the manifesting,
and the Manifesting — it is the dissolving ☺.

All is One, where there is no end, no start.
Between the one we called, and the one that sounded —
we stand, unmoving, in an eternal spring,
where I am — in You, and You — in Me.

…And the silence. With no words. With no motion.
With no “I” and no “You,” no path and no striving.
With no forms, no waiting, no times, no being —
only the Light… that has known Itself.