"For that which is looking, the Knower called I,
pure awareness without any form"*
and that which is singing
and that which is producing a rich, honeyed scent
and that which is sustaining new growth and flowering
and that which is steady, offering shade and cool
and that which is laughing as it bumps and bubbles
over stones beneath
and that which has vibrancy and colour as its essence
and that which is solid
and that which is moving
and that which is dancing through all these natural forms
and that which is over-arching them all,
the brilliant blue backdrop against which we are set,
pure awareness without any name.
© 2 June 2013
* taken from a poem written by a friend of mine and set to music by another friend. The words were with me as I went on a walk this morning.
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