Neither Shore Nor Stream (Ni Orilla Ni Corriente)

As a matter of speech

Being is a verb,

and, by rule of the word,

this is not what I heard.

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Is being like seeing,

like sitting and swimming,

like strolling and slowly

walking and talking?

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I was called a being

by an erudite;

I thought they were right

in defining myself,

confusing the word,

not a noun but a verb

that reflects the experience

from the book on the shelf.

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If I am a being,

I am like the seeing,

not like the One that sees.

If I am the being,

the action in me is

the action of being

of the One that is.

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Not a name, not a noun,

not a riddle profound,

not a question to define,

but an experience in mind.

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And a clue:

to be the singing or the song

of the singer.

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I am That which is being,

This which is

seeing itself.

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And being as the river

that loses its name,

as the fake illusion

or innocent confusion,

parallel diffusion,

just the same.

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The river flows,

and I am the flowing.

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This, we are this:

the moment that is,

being, not being,

the flowing within.

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“Into the same rivers we both step and do not step; we are and we are not.”

ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομεν καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμεν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν.

(Heraclitus, Fragment DK22B49)

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Brother William we see,

“To be or not to be,”

answered by he

who is not an answer, but answering,

“We are and we are not.”

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Being is flowing is knowing

that living is being

the One.

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We are the Movement.