When I look at a human being,
Do I see a person or
Do I feel an indwelling presence ?
When I look at a living creature,
Do I feel separate from it, or
Do I feel connected with its essence ?
When I look at the world,
Do I ask ‘What are You ?’ or
Do I project my interpretation upon it ?
The choice is mine,
For every being, place or thing I meet.
Can I look at anything,
Again and again
With a beginner’s mind ?
Only in a living inquiry
Can I truly come upon
What I am.
The answer lives in a mind,
Empty of illusions.
Free to look from a
Stillness,
Touching upon
The Unspeakable.