I AM WE ARE
from
James Mahu
We are specks of sky,
a silent choir of pounding hearts.
We are an eyelid
the size of a galaxy,
opening like a rising sun.
If you look out of it
you are absorbed in
I am we are—
whirling in the curvature
of a universe cathedral.
Sound is unity.
Long waves lack horizons,
their roadmaps
penned from the Creator’s heart,
boomerang.
Listen…
do you hear the subtle, undulating seams
through which you can pass?
There…
there…
and there…
∞
Behind the overgrown weeds
the song leads to
I am we are.
It may seem unlikely
that what is small
and commonly ignored
is powerful,
but
root
feeds
leaf.
True power waits in the whisper.
Beneath the ground state.
It is rested.
It does not flex,
pounce,
grip,
or grab,
for it is not of muscle.
Or bone.
Or mind.
Or even humanness.
Remember that.
Power is not
what you have
been taught.
Power is
the internal gaze
that discerns
I am we are,
and then dresses our every deed
in that finery
and nothing more.
In the same way that white light
is nothing more than
all colors.
∞
We are bodies of air.
Deeper, we are not bodies at all.
We are the
Sovereign Integral…
That which is
I
and
we
at one time.
One place.
One and equal.
No dominance.
Equipoise.
We are invisible numbers
more than gathered letters,
atop the Periodic Table.
Sound
more than mass.
Depth
more than skin.
We are a bucket brigade
to the fires of ego and separation.
Our “water” is
I am we are.
∞
We arm-wrestle the limbless soul.
We point our fingers at the mirror
that dares to lecture.
We stare into ourselves
and test:
“Am I?”
“Are we?”
“Really?”
Beautiful clarity,
the sated view
is often heard first
and followed least.
We grow in unseen places.
Come alive in the music
of quiet spaces
porous with pauses
and the rounded sound of soaring feathers.
∞
The eyelid opens.
Canopied hues of blue, green, brown, and gray .
come alive,
endless in their bidding to discover
I am we are.
It is this and nothing more,
in the same way that white light
is nothing more than
all colors.
