Attending

Attending

Life goes on, we say.
Certainly,
there is on going life

We are part of it.
And it is part of us, I start to say
but how strange it is to think it is just part of me,
- just part of us?
How could it possibly be the case, that part of us is something that is not life?

No.
We always see our separateness from everything.
This is our point of view.

But how can we feel and see the opposite?
– the greater truth.

Ourselves apart yet a part
– this is our sadness, our eternal shadow.
This is the part of life that has no life
- the treasured lifeless self.

But all must be life
– there can be nothing else.
Yet even this we cannot purely see.
- our shadow stilled, attends.

If I see life as all things.
If I see ongoing life as the life itself
.....in the singular
.... the only
….the source,
then is it no birth, no death that I can see?

I see too well the finite separate self
- that is construed,
- that I attend.

But there is something else
from this self I think I see.
- there is the force that does construe it.
- there is the life that deconstructs it
- there is the self that’s in attendance
- there is the self that tends the self.

Is this what knows the unborn face?
Is this the keeper of my compost?
Is this the particle all can’t know?
Is this the nature true?
- the shared unique.

Is this the sense able,
knowable
inexplicable
life indivisible
from one self, all selves
- just self.

Is this the Heart Sutra
… no birth, no death, no fear, no thing, every thing?

Yes…..
…. I think …
- there is nothing
no else, that can be separate.

Such is self
… suchness is life
itself

Ian Roberts

27 July 2007