I love a certain kind of philosophy,
a unique perspective on the nature of reality.
Occasionally, what I behold comes alive, looks back at me,
and breaks through my point of view.
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I love those waking moments
when the slumber of ordinary life
and the hypnotic pattern of personality
are disrupted by raw reality.
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I’m defenseless against its gentle insistence
even though I feel myself torn,
by what’s larger than its capacity to receive.
Structures of understanding crumble
and every pretentious boundary transgressed.
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Philosophers call it by different names:
The Whole, the underlying Unity, the Multiplicity.
But in these waking moments,
this mystery finds a face.
My gaze inverted – I am seen.
We’re not alone in a mindless universe –
we’re born from this inexhaustible depth,
seeking its own reflection.
My gaze inverted – I am seen.
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And even as my distinctness is affirmed,
I feel myself dissolve into this whole,
to once again be gathered into
this distinct form.
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An incarnational rhythm
of the infinite finding finite form.
Playful possibilities
transformed into this actual person,
as the mystery unveils its face anew.
by Andre Rabe
