The Ultimate Reality
Birds
Flutter their wings
Creating a blur
And in that blur connect
Heaven and earth.
Sunflowers
Face east in morning,
South at noon,
And west at nightfall,
Ever-conscious of their source of light,
Source of warmth, of
Life.
I see the
Tree
And the tree sees me.
Eyes
Connect the seen to the see-ers,
Ears
Connect the heard to the hear-ers.
I
talk with you and
You
talk with me.
Our words play between
Us
on radio waves,
Running in, around and through us.
Whereistheseparation?
There is only
One-der.