To Our Eyes Only

I’m not trying to save the world or even myself for that matter.
I believe not in the necessity of saying anything to anybody.
I’m just – people… expressing, as birds are singing.

I feel myself to be part of this multiverse of diverse voices, vistas and felt-spaces that flow around – creating and being created in this mystery called reality.

I have no hope for a better future. Actually I don’t need a future at all – if there is future, now it will take care of itself. What is not will not become, nor will it ever happen – that is, after all, its nothingness.

My movement is the very movement of time itself – I am time… eternally now inhabiting these whereabouts here – me here, you there and they everywhere else (all these other ‘heres’ that I know of and not know of).
Being time, you are close, they always a bit further away – coming closer they flow into another you, even closer still becoming we… always becoming.

Who are you? I am being asked, and in the question I’m flowing into another way of being here, a questioned being. Never knowing who I am but in the question, an absence flowing into presence – and you.

You flowing into being there for me here
And I here becoming present for you there
– I, never being there, and you never being here; what makes you into you is being there, and me into me is being here. We always flowing into being for each other
Somewhere

Looking for where I end and you begin
I cannot find it – fuzzy limits
My ending and your beginning somewhere in between
Imagination drawing a line

I’m singing a song I’d like you to hear
And maybe, if you wish, to sing along
Not to join!
No, hearing you tuning in
I tune into you
Hearing one melody appearing
Floating around for some time
There’s no more need to know
where we end or begin.

This is not about finding the truth but fitting in more snugly
Into the flows and eddies and currents of everywhere, including nowhere
A revelation in as much as you care, and I care to see us revealed
Revealing as much as we care to reveal
Of what is revealing itself over there and over here
And somewhere between and beyond.

A free floating song
Fallible, diverse, incompletely
Always incomplete and eager to reveal itself
To Our Eyes Only.

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