Soul’s kin

Experience smugly grabs

the hand mirror of time,

draws it to itself . . .

to see, in all honesty,

self-consciousness at its best!

But on the very rarest

of occasions,

seeing is really looking through

to see who is

the possessor of this view.

Who, in all

that self-consciousness is,

is doing the looking out to see

and that would be the who

who sees through itself to see.

For all these efforts at seeing,

to see beyond what sight offers

beyond those participatory elements

in postured forms and manner,

to see re-splendidly

even beyond the seat of inquiry

and quite there,

to see a residence

that breaks the frame

into the mirror of now.

Much like the melting

of a humanity mountain of snow,

the reflection in this now,

falls short of evidence

from vision's focused flame.

Yet breath resides close,

along at journey’s hand,

for comforting

to these experiential means,

is a soul’s kin.

Shed bare from the elements

of conscious needs and deeds

is this soul’s kin.

It is love's oneness

in a constant pouring

from within that mountain,

oh so sweet and subtle,

pouring out of each of us

and thus pouring through . . .