I choose to be the open system
unfolding through myself
wind ever blowing
tree ever growing
river ever flowing
I choose to weave this story
from luminous threads of ineffability
a mortal personality
worn by secret immortality.
I choose to trust
in the unmanifest
and so invite it
to become.
to wander
and remain center.
to hold the vision
in the dark.
to forgive
and remember.
to be mistaken
and so come to truth.
I choose to realize
that there is no separate basis
for any of this
and in so realizing
to float upon the infinite ocean
of oneself.
I choose to be ever learning
that I have known all along
that the mystery of being
is all that I am.
I choose to be the open system
liquid crystalline coalescence
upon a breath
writing this poem
that I’ve just finished reading.
