Everything – living and nonliving –
Shares, in some way, with God –
Even our sleepy selves.
But this effect tends to disappear
As soon as we experience it –
Yet is the reason it seems so beautiful!
Life appears to be, and is, exquisite
When we experience it slipping through our fingers –
We try our best to hold onto it –
But are able to capture only a few images
In memory or
As we mature, we come to believe
That the mind is “real” –
But this is a lie.
When we dive down into our personal ocean of unreality
Even kisses are only ideas
As we repeatedly lose ourselves in all the infinite dimensions
Of no dimension.
The truth is –
God, and the true self,
May be encountered, only tentatively,
One individual, and one moment,
At a time.