Any Chance Meeting

In every gathering, in any chance meeting
on the street, there is a shine,
an elegance rising up.

Today, I recognized that that jewel-like beauty
is the presence, our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay
gets brighter than fire,

the one we call the Friend.
I begged, “Is there a way into you,
a ladder?”
“Your head is the ladder.
Bring it down under your feet.”
The mind, this globe
of awareness, is a starry universe that when
you push off from it with your foot,

a thousand new roads come clear, as you yourself
do at dawn, sailing through the light.

— Version by Coleman Barks
“Say I am You”
Maypop, 1994

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  • http://sidhusaaheb.blogspot.com Sidhusaaheb

    This is very true. However, we often fail to bring out ladder or, even if we do, we tend to slip from it and fall. :D