River of the World


I exist in this body

in this world,

this body feels real

to me and those around me,

and yet there comes a point

where I do not exist—

where this world ceases to exist

and I become aware

of a much larger Whole.

A whole that is constant,

a whole that is free

a whole that contains

the veil of this world

and which also contains me.

a whole that is contained inside me

as well as a drop of rain

or a gust of wind.

A whole that IS the ocean,

a whole that IS the mountain—

a whole that IS me.

I exist in the world

and yet I do not exist.

Everything is contained in me

and I am contained in everything.

I can not see this Whole

it is something I sense—

like an underlying current

in the river of the world.