A seeing is happening, witnessed from here, there, a placeless place, where no words can touch. The idea of nothingness, though such an idea being in the realm of duality, placing the need for its polar opposite, somethingness, it’s none the less the closest to visualising, This. How can you visualise such when the very ideas of nothingness and somethingness arise in This? Not even the word This, can suffice.
From it, within it, out of it, I am becoming, im seen, i see too, into the world. I see my many faces, many eyes i stare into, clothed by forms of humanity from all walks of life, life form everywhere. All these are I, I’m staring right back at me, yet not always knowing, hypnotnised by the fickle nature of my existence, the blindness, darkness of the unknowable around me.
Everything about me is fleeting, my ideas, opinions, moods, feelings, like clouds, I witness my body die constantly, new cells replacing old ones, growing, ageing, the outside from my skin seemingly beyond my control, im in a world apart from me, yet i am part of it, sometimes pushed by it, sometimes I push back. I believe in my existence but I don’t know where I came from, or how I came to be, like a dream, the closest back in memory can never take me back far enough, to origin.
A hapening, a dance, a dream where to exist, is to continually become, experiencing, in a journey made to return ultimately back into This that is beyond the world in the most intimate way. Everything is This, everything happens in it, comes out of it and goes back into it. This is it.