Before I am born, before I am 5 years old, 49 years old, 84 years old, before I die
Before I am a student, before I am a teacher, before I am an artist, a shopkeeper, a doctor, a monk, a priest, a farmer, a scientist, a spiritual seeker Before I am a Christian or a Buddhist Before I am good or bad, right or wrong Before I am a success or a failure Before I am enlightened or unenlightened Before I am a man or a woman
Before I am this body or that body Before I am anybody
Before I am “the one who knows” Before I am this or that
Before I am something Before I am anything
This no-thing that allows every-thing This wide open space, Unlimited, incomprehensible, In which every thought, sensation, feeling, arises and subsides, Like waves in the ocean, Ever-present, Unchanging.
Being. Life itself.
This mystery. Creation, destruction.
Like a cloudburst in the vastness…
I am born. Absolute is relative. Time. Space.
Expansion. Contraction. I breathe in and out. I suckle my mother’s breast. I am 5 years old, 49 years old, 84 years old. I grow and learn. I am a student, teacher, artist, dancer, shopkeeper, doctor, mystic, monk, priest, farmer, scientist, adventurer, murderer, thief. I am a man. I am a woman. I am gay, straight, black, white, rich and poor. I am every mother, every father, every son, every daughter. I am a slave in ancient Rome. I am a child on the streets of Calcutta. I am the dying sun. The birth of a star.
I cannot ever be something without being nothing at all. I cannot be nothing without being all there is.