Mind moves like a child

Mind moves like a child
in a shop full of
shiny, attractive jewels
picking up one after another
examining each one
yet all the while knowing
this is not it
this is not satisfactory.

Mind longs for a location
yet never finds it
a kind of white hole
to say
‘here, here in oneness’
yet this is not satisfactory.

Oneness has no home
no location
cannot be found in a particular place
elusive and mysterious
it is yet the bedrock
of all movement and play.

Mind cannot find a place
to say
‘here oneness is not’.
Oneness is the rest
out of which
all movement comes.
The space before and beyond
each movement, each thought.

It is home of all
location of all
source of all.

© 16 Oct 17