I, awareness

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…