Relaxing the eyes from the burden of seeing
what exists as separate
cannot stand
without our constant attention
maintenance
thinking of it
the body like a tide
the ebbing and flowing of respiration
the subject which sees
the object which knows
collapses
under the tide of ease
the sinking back into
away from
the constant building
humming
holding up
the illusion of
solidity
the one that is me
Are we seeing through a me?
or are we the seeing
the seeing
as we gaze upon our creation
full and spacious
Tapping into the expanse
from which construction is made
contorting itself
in and out
furrowed, curled
twisted about
impressions made within it
vanish as fast as they come
so what remains?
The horizon
the groundless ground
the joy of all
As we venture into the waters
full of our own being,
delighted, afraid,
all is welcome;
in stillness
as the waves rock above
in and out
in and out