A Meditation on Enlightenment

If these eyes could look inside they would see
the one who watches, the one called me. And then
those inward eyes would look behind where stands
the one with a thousand faces, who is everyone.
Or behind us all where hangs the curtain of
a thousand colours, which is everything.
In the back of a room so large
all time fits neatly inside.

And there I would sit,
spinning wildly through
the ages, skin glowing
with fire and light.

From my mind would rise a bowl to be emptied.
From my heart would rise a bowl to be filled.
And this is when the two awake to each other,
in the air and space of our making.


2012