Confederacy: All and One

Dreams and fantasies
All over the place,
Objects of love
Clutter this place,

Filled to capacity
With reminders
Of past joys,
Scattered about like abandoned toys.

Stacks of books
And papers boxed up,
So many memories
In every dish and cup,

Difficult to let them go
Along with the dust,
But even this body
Dissolves as it must.

All of it comes
And all of it goes,
Arises and passes,
Yet remains in its place,

Matter transforms
In an endless dance,
In which “I”
Becomes entranced,

But then recognizes its own emptiness,
What a shock, an endless surprise!
How “I” disappears/reappears/disappears, and so on,
Seen through its own eyes;

Neither peering out
Nor peering in, just seeing,
Sitting on and being everything at once
And getting dizzy from this view
Of being.