The pious saints suggest: “See everyone as God.”
I appreciate the kind intent, but when I look around
I don’t know what anyone is, nor indeed what I am.
If you look in the mirror, the mind goes blank —
what is there, we can’t really say, so we fall back
on the stories and descriptions to fill in the blanks,
and in this way somehow we make it through the day.
When we greet each other there appears to be two,
but really there is just greeting, words get spoken,
maybe smiles maybe frowns, maybe disinterest,
who can say, some energy is moving around,
it’s there for awhile and then it’s gone,
like a piece of smoke on a windy day,
a memory of a passing mirage.
What was there before it began,
and what remains when it ends?
We may imagine that we would know it
if we could only name it, but we can’t
hang a name on empty space, alive
with this pregnant silence.
(Picture by Aron Meadows)