Updated: May 15, 2020
If reality could be personified, what might it say?
Maybe something like this…
I am the well of the universe, the abode of the mind.
I am as I am, home sweet home.
In me it all sinks. In me it all surges.
I am as I am, at once here and beyond.
No dream can shake me. No vision can contain me.
I am as I am, beyond all perception.
What world do you speak of? What flutterings catch your eye?
I am as I am, beyond time, space, and motion.
Some chase after me. Some run away from me.
I am as I am, enveloping them all.
Some search for me in experiments. Some search for me in prayer.
I am as I am, prior to the search.
Some look for me in books. Some look for me within.
I am as I am, waiting behind everywhere.
Some say I am real. Some say I am imaginary.
I am as I am, not as words say.
All that is said of me is true, and all that is said of me is false.
I am as I am, incomprehensible, descriptionless.
I am my Self, in my Self, by my Self, as my Self.
I am as I am, never another.
When calculation falls away, and the world comes to a hush,
my intimacy approaches, without motion, without direction.
As the veil disappears, and footholds collapse,
the world sings in unison, I am as I am.