you awoke from your dark passage

pitch black as nothingness at the heart

an amoebic single cell life form

on a dawning beach

as light played on the slimy sac of your

newly revived being

without even a question of 'what now?'

just the stirrings of new sensation

as you lay open as an eye

to your surroundings

blurred edges sharpening instantly

to the razor thin cut of one entity through its world

pure in the instant

possessing no inner content but what is all around you

the infinite moment is all of life***************

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an awareness intrudes and a sheer veil falls

and now you are cognizant

now you have an identity and a sense of self

settles on you like grave dirt shoveled onto a corpse

and this is what it is like to live in the earth

despite its beauty and pain and the Awareness

of a Greater One who is the very Essence and Substance

of you and your worlds and others and their worlds

and the Eye That Sees Itself and Sees That It Sees Itself

and the Thing It Sees That Sees It

and all that purity dissipates like a mist in sunlight

and that sunlight casts shadows dark as caves or graves

or whatever enclosure you imagine this existential

material place we all share to be

here the One manifests in everything

even our sinful karma-freighted selves

yet for all our love and sharing and togetherness

each one of us here alone

so in this world where day is blacker

than any night in your idea of hell (or the hell

that is this world)

you stumble toward others

stumble toward us

stumble toward me

and together we look at each other

and see traces of our dark passages

that beat and broke us beyond any identity

we could hold

staring at each other in the disbelief

that precedes acknowledgment and acceptance

and for that instant the world*************

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**************the********sun********the*********sun***********...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.