Awareness,
as I experience it,
is One.
And I Am it.

Boundless, yet always centred here—
the essence of presence,
always present.

Effortless.
Choiceless.
Is-ness.
I-ness.

The living mystery
of Being.

I say:
as I experience it—
yet awareness is experience.
Or more truthfully:
experience is awareness.

Awareness aware of awareness
is like the snake swallowing its tail,
the ouroboros.

Empty of substance,
pure, perfectly transparent,
holding all in its vast intimacy,

yet full
of the perceptions of multiplicity.

Embodied identification
creates the world of seeming solidity.
And everything seems related back to me—
even when there is no relationship—
for, deep down,
it is remembered:
Awareness is One,
and all are linked
in co-dependent arising,
in the womb of awareness.

When I feel divided
by the impulse to split the world,
when I am drawn to some
and repelled by others,
when I am lost in confusion
as to who I am—

I remember:
Awareness is One.

The jigsaw pieces
reassemble into Unity
when I remember:
Awareness is One.