I Am That I Am
Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
Before the first discrimination sundered dark
from radiance, I was the fathomless antecedent
within which difference germinated—wherein
unbegotten Being first suffered form, and form
awoke, astonished, to its own transience.
I was anterior to utterance, yet not silence—
for silence is already the vestige of a voice;
anterior to pulse, yet not stillness, for stillness
presupposes motion—and time itself, that great
hallucination of succession, unfurls beneath
my indivisible infinitude.
No star contains me; each is a hieroglyph
of Being momentarily incandescent; no sea
encompasses me; its abyssal blue is merely
the mnemonic shadow of an unplumbed profundity
through which manifestation issues, as though
the visible were Being's self-disclosure.
Creation stands not exterior to me—
it is the eidolon of my withdrawal, the luminous
residue of an effacement through which the nameless
becomes innumerable. Then comes the sovereign fiction
called myself, armoured in memory, and says: I am.
But who has spoken?
When the asker itself is annulled within the question,
and question, answer, speaker relinquish separateness,
nothing remains for consciousness to apprehend—
only that primordial knowing before knowing, too,
acquired a name, and called itself I.
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