Friday, April 23, 2010

Nobody at home

One big blank,
an empty screen,
letters are appearing
fingers are tapping,
in the neighbours house dishes
are clinging during the washing up,
a motor bike sounds in the distance,
a geckoo is heard.
By Whom?,
Is there any One?
Is this not just all appearing
in the Oneness, in the One space?;
No division between
the sound and the listening,
the sight and the seen.

Nobody at home,
all there is, is cognizing Emptiness