Are you separate from your neighbor,
your friend across cyber-space,
the man on your doorstep?
The mind insists yes.
The other is Other, another body,
another unfathomable separate being.
Yet what encompasses you both,
the other and self?
Does not awareness trump all cards?
Does not something in you perceive everything,
you and other,
Could not you and other simply be movements
in the awareness we are?
Are we not one continual veil of awareness,
one continual perception composed
of dancing reflections?
Do you think you decide?
Or does a decision simply arise,
Who decides what you’ll do next?
Who shakes the hand of the man on the doorstep?
What looks across the room of this poem
and can’t divide,
never will divide?
That which precedes mathematics
is what we are.
in its million appearances
shaking hands with itself.