When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own. It’s not an unusual thing for me. I always know I’m connected to you, he, she, that thing both within and without that connects us all. It’s not unusual for me to feel another’s heartbeat alongside mine, feel another’s pain in my own body, know another’s joy in some quiet moments. Today, though, the rythmn that moved in and around me developed a special meaning that I could not divine or define. And so I went looking for the perfect way to describe it. I found this:
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, “Stay.”
To the sun, “Keep moving.”
I am the morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought & voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is and what isn’t.
You who know Jelaludin, Yout the one in all, say who
Say I am You.
And, so I breathe for me and Thee. With grace, gratitude, and the unwavering torch of the Spark of Life.