Fumbling my way through infinity,
Humanly, uncontrollably, grasping at all,
That is any-thing but "I".
Around me in all directions, I search,
The Path I do not find.
For these well worn trails I see,
Intuitively, I know, lead no-where
Except endlessly in circles all too familiar
To the whisper in my heart of hearts.

Fumbling my way through infinity,
I stumble, by grace perhaps, upon the no-thingness
Within.
Falling into the non-existence,
There my sense of self once reigned,
There is no-thing to grasp,
Nor, in fact, hands to reach out and grasp with,
Desire has gone.
For all has now dissolved, and only now remains.

Expanding through infinity,
Light dispelling darkness,
The vague veil of Maya, gone.
One eye wide open, heart emerging,
The other eyes, redundant, now closed.
I see, I feel, I know,
Light dispelling darkness,
Ignorance, it was, now genius it is,

Here with, as, in Infinity,
The "I" within All,
Intending,
Just as ecstasy intends endless delight,
Love intends oneness,
And the tiny seed intends,,, no, not a tree,
But a forest, an Amazon, endlessly wild and free.

The "I" within all,
Is all That I Am.