Life:
The eternal study
Of those for
Whom life is all.

And their study?

Is it really Life?
A man may study cells
And find
Each cell is living;
Each cell has life.

But how can that relate
To what I am
Conscious of, as Life?
I am alive, I have Life.
Yet he studies the cell.
How conscious is this
Cell being animated
By my Life?
I am not conscious
Of being these cells –
Except as the whole, and
Indivisible conglomerate
Of cells
I know as me.

He may also study
What is in most terms
Irrelevant to Life.
He studies physical law;
Physical properties
Of the components
Of the body of
The being that
Is conscious of having Life.
And says he studies
Life itself.

I am Life.
Only I can study Life,
For only I can study within.
Only I can feel what is Life.
I only am able to transcend
The realms of my being
To find what is Life,
And what is reason,
To reason about the Life
That gives me reason.

We see life all around.
We see it in the breeze,
In the soil and in the sky,
And in the bush and the flower,
In the trees and in the leaves.
But life that is all around,
Is living only to the living.
For life extends beyond by far
The sights and sounds of this
Earth around us.

Far beyond the depths of
Sight; into feeling.
Far beyond the realms
Of death; into Life.
Far beyond the feelings
Felt by the body.
Far, far and further;
Beyond breathing,
beyond dreams, beyond
Beyond – until with
All it merges.
For Life is All.

I have Life.
I am Life.

In my mind
Is a concept I hold
About what it is that
Conceptualizes.

In my mind
There is something
That tells me that
Nothing is in my mind.

In my mind
Is the knowledge that
The mind is everything;
For it is nothing.

In my mind
Is something
That I don’t know
I know.

In my mind
There is a little
Thought, that is . . .

In my mind
There is a little
Thought . . .

In my mind
There is . . .

In my mind . . .