I do not see a world, I only see myself
There is not an outside of me, there is only profound intimacy
Made of seeing, touching, sensing, smelling, only pure experiencing.
There is not a somebody living and acting in this world,
Colours, forms and movements are only the activity of the only One, pure Being.
As I touch the substance of perceiving, I can only find Knowing,
Awareness knows only awareness, in stillness and in creation.
Trying the reach my very limits, I find nothing but infinite space,
Going back deep into my origins, or flying far into the future,
I realize time is illusory, what I am is truly eternity.
Finding my real self, I am back home finally,
In the arms of my beloved, I fall happy asleep…