Look Here

There is a gap between
each fleeting pair of moments
(the one just past,
and next to come)
through which shines
a birthless sentience,
an incandescent deathless love
casting soular flares
through the open window of this
same spacious sea of consciousness,
this one boundless and groundless
present being.

Buddha became enlightened
under a bodhi tree
watching Venus rising
in the east.

Jesus was born in a manger
under a bright star
with Venus overhead
in the mid-east.

Tonight I am sitting
on my back porch
watching Venus set
in the west.

You are already sleeping,
at least in this dream I’m having;
at least for now.

But look here!

There is a gap between
these moments shining.