In reality there is only the source,
dark in itself,
making everything shine.
Unperceived, it causes perception.
Unfelt, it causes feeling.
Unthinkable, it causes thought.
Non-being, it gives birth to being.
It is the immovable background of motion.
Once you are there,
you are at home everywhere.
– Nisargadatta Maharaj
– miriam louisa
[I can never leave – not for one heartbeat –
but I can write letters from home and this is one]
dear friend
are you looking for a sanctuary?
a place that’s private and quiet?
that’s rent-free, and can’t be bought or sold?(you will never be evicted for any reason
whatsoever!)that you don’t have to share – even with your family
or lovers – because you can’t?
that requires no maintenance?
that needs no insurance because it can’t be damaged?
that’s as large or small as you wish?
that you can take everywhere you go –
even when you have no fixed earthly abode
and you find yourself “homeless”?that’s as solid as rock, yet lighter than a baby’s breath?
that has views onto both the temporal and the timeless?
that has a warm hearth glowing, and a welcome mat
with your name on it, at the door?would you believe me when I say
it is wherever YOU are, no matter what your experience?it’s wrong to say it’s close,
it isn’t even nearit’s simply right here, when thinking disappears
with warmest love
– miriam louisa
The one who grieves –
who finds it is their ‘work’
The one who’s sad –
who aches for yesterday
The one who awares –
who beams this unlit light
The one who woes –
who keens to love’s goneness
The one who weeps –
who melts in holy love
who – or what – is that One?
These words are clumsy feet
(dual by default)
dancing the dream
The Beloved rests
unmoved
impartial
in the wings
caps in lap:
choreographer, director
actor and audience
absorbed within
Its one-wo:man act
and never leaving Home
for even half a heartbeat
…
– miriam louisa
this unlit light 