Who is here with me?
I sense a presence
Someone is silently
sharing my space
Aware and awake
Awaiting my notice
Fronting my face
Patient and precious
A genuine gemstone
Lucid and light
Who is here with me?
A sound or a substance?
A day? A night?
And am I at all?
Is it truth or treason;
this “me” and “my”?
Can I dive and die
and still be a body?
An ear? An eye?
Quoting the question
is not nearly enough
How can I know?
Be the being
Intense inquiry
Follow the flow
Who is then really
perceiving this presence;
truth and essence?
What knows is nothing
When I am, I am gone
Which I? And where to?
Now
The quantum quest:
With no me existing;
Who then, is here?
Katrine 2004
May all your Nows be Here