Migration in Unconsciousness

Life wears countless disguises,
yet seek only the One —
the singular essence beyond the reach of sight.

It begins within,
then spills like mist into others,
at times with passion fierce,
at others, with chaos wild.

Welcome them all.

This seeking is love —
not the heart’s flutter, but its bedrock.
It hums in a single note and a thousand:
from a hummingbird’s wingbeat,
to the thunder splitting the sky.
It sways between order and riot:
from the moon’s silent waltz,
to nebulae spinning wild.

Generosity stirs it all,
Daring steadies it,
Life’s green fire melts its locks.

Then —
In the gaze of one who sees clear,
as my tears fell like temple bells,
She spoke:
"Wake now —you are the daughter of the Buddha."

11.2023