Poem 218








God’s Eye may be
The All-seeing..
But The Ones
who see this now
are merely
single threads
of the observed.
A scattering
of self-environment
interaction streams..
anchored upon
a set of living systems
in the word.

A hall of mirrors..
In other worlds:
The Many Minds.
Each shard is a reflection
of a world outside
upon a self inside.
So long as we are still
aware of both ourselves
and our environment..
our thread is still alive.

Riddle me this now..
Does each One
of The Many Minds..
behold its own One
of The Many Worlds
when it awakes
in bed?
Or do all of them
only ever see..
this ONE?
And all the other
so-called worlds
are fake instead..

Or are we The Ones
who traverse
the self-weaving web?
Criss-crossing across
counter-factual
reality threads?
Trading
noyesses for yesnots..
Along
The Many-unfolding
tapestry..
of The All-mindly God?

Some truths
are not yet ripe
for our reasoned minds
neither to firmly hold..
nor to conclusively
tease apart.
For, One is merely
but a broken vessel..
gushing blood..
directly from
God’s heart.

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