I live where you live;
where rounded hills and flowered valleys
settle beneath the sky,
and skyscrapers claw against gravity.
It may seem
that I have left you with strange faces,
but I live where you live.
When you have left
the things you cherish in your mind
you will find what remains
inside you,
and it is not of gloom
nor toilsome handiwork
wrought of hand and brain.
I am not God, nor some lofty spirit unseen.
I am not the angel’s voice in the quickening night
nor the soft whisper of your awakened dreams.
I am present in the one place that is all places.
I live where you live.
When you have claimed the name of God
you have felt shadows of our union.
You have fathomed a mask
that glistens a feeble photon of light
wandering unfettered into the night’s industry.
When you have taken this mask
from your heart
and held it to the calm night sky
let nothing stir within you.
Let the winds dance with forgiveness.
Breathe the essence of me
and let it be alive inside you
flowing to your heart’s command.
If you press the hand of God
upon you there
you can sense oneness in every eye.
I am the sovereign within all living forms
and I pass among you
in the oblivion of your breath,
and the beating of your hearts.
In the land of war and peace
I am the mystery of good and evil
amid the flowering of oneness.
I live in the corridors of a deeper unity
where identity is One
and personality is many.
Near-infinite voices
leap from the same heart
wandering to oneness
on the roads of time.
No heart is separate
from the one Heart.
No breath is ever alone.
Love given is never lost.
I live where you live.
James-