I Am The Universe

I am the journey
I am that which is searching 
and searching to see itself.
I am that illusion of 
the existence of
the world

that illusion
of there being anyone here
other than me.

I am the illusion of someone
walking towards me
lying beside me
sitting next to me
caressing me
yelling at me in traffic.
I am the traffic
all of it.

There is that strange man
in that land
strange to me
on the other side of the world
and when there is a tear
on his face

I am that tear
and every molecule of water in those tears
with their clouds of wandering electrons.
I am the wetness 
and the saltiness
that he feels on his cheek.
I am the heaviness in his heart.

I am his heart
beating.
I am what is left
when his heart is done
and I am that spark 
that still resides in some other place.

I am the love
that I have been seeking
or waiting for 
when I am not seeking.

I am the object
of my own
furious mad agony
of jealousy 
for my own self
as I am the love 
that holds the spirit together 
as the world
and I am everything 
that happened after that.

I am everything 
that has ever happened
so that I can pretend 
that we just met
in the illusion 
that I now call yesterday
or last month
or this morning
so that I can be the love 
of our lives 
of my life

so that I can be the love 
appearing to appear 
out of an ocean 
of seven billion separate faces.

I am the love
that is the flower’s fragrance
that I bring to myself
when I am that illusion
pretending to be 
some other one 
that has just brought me flowers.

I am this sweetness
that I am inhaling.

I am 
after the flowers have crumbled dry
the illusion that there is 
another love 
out there to find.

I am that, too

so that I can now be
the same love that embraced me
as when we first embraced
one another

and I am the love
that now embraces me
as we embrace each other
one last time
as I am the illusion 
that the embrace has ended.

I am the object of my own desire
that I have been longing for
all along.

I am and have been
the object of my own desire
from the start 
of the illusion
all along.
I am the illusion
that there was an all along 
all along.

I am both
you and I
as that reflection of myself
that I fell in love with

as I have been
the universe
as I have been the journey
as I have been the foot
and the stone in the road
as I have been the road
as I have been the
all along
and the absence 
of an all along
as I have been the road
and the illusion of the road

as I am 
as I have always been
as I am
the universe.