The Dead and the Unborn are Always with Us

The part is not separate from the whole.

The dead and the unborn are always with us;

like sunshine in a leaf,

like vapour in the air.

They permeate our  substance.

What we see is a memory of trees, within us

a premonition of blue skies, within us.

The boundary of skin is illusory .

There is light at the center of each cell

and restful darkness too.

The flower is in the seed

and the seed is in the flower

without beginning or end.

Everything has already happened.

We review the movies over and over

till we are done with

all the possibilities.

Till we realize

Cosmic winds blow through us

and we are the still unmoving center

that contains it all.