A Poem for No-One

A POEM FOR NO-ONE


Who has been wearing these shoes?

Who has been walking in these footsteps?

Who eats this breakfast?

Speaks these words? Breathes? Moves as I do?

 

Who has known both the mountains of bliss and the valleys of total disillusionment?

Who has journeyed into the abyss and come out unbroken on the other side?

Who has suffered both the joy of pain and the pain of ecstasy?

Who has never abandoned me, throughout nirvana, samsara and those unspeakable realms of light?

 

Who has taken the hand of the child, the unloved one, the frightened one, the dying one?

Who is both the lover and the beloved and the imaginary gulf between them?

Who has cradled the entire universe in its arms?

Who is closer than the most intimate sensation?

 

Who asks these questions that cannot ever be answered, and delights in asking them anyway?

 

Whose music is it that I hear from dawn until dusk?

 

Is it You who wears these shoes?

Is it You who breathes these dying breaths?

Is it You I return to?

Is it You I never left?

 

Once, in pursuit of You, I ran from You.

I ran from these shoes and from the surfaces of things.

I ran from all that I judged as mere appearance.

I ran from the simple wonder of waking up in the morning to a fresh new day, not knowing what was to come.

 

But now, I run no more.

I can no longer seek, or escape, what I already am.

I have been gutted, turned inside out, replaced by gratitude,

and left not knowing why I ever doubted this miracle in the first place.

 

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