By Sam Yau
I see an oak tree.
What is the color of
its green leaves when
no one is there to see?
What is the sound
of a tree falling when
no one is there to hear?
My tears know
only my name.
I wonder if anyone will
ever know my pain?
Sometimes, a thought
drops into my mind
and I don’t know
where it came from.
Senses,
feelings and
thoughts
are my only reality.
Who renders
experience from
sense and perception?
Who constructs
the self from
experience?
Who orchestrates
the symphony
of my life
with my brain?
I am that self-awareness,
from which there is a path
to cosmic consciousness.
The seeker,
the path,
neither are
different from
what is being sought.
A pearl already has
all of nature in it.
A cell already has
all of life in it.
Who sets the precise
constants of nature that
fine-tune the cosmos
for life to emerge?
Consciousness
pervades all matter
in an unbroken whole.
The Many and the One
are the same.
I am aware, therefore I am.
I am awareness itself.
Photo by Sam Yau
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