The one Light that shines through all the drops from Steven Kaufman's blog

Know your self not

 

As just one of the many drops,

 

That rests on the leaves

 

After a rain.

 

 

Know your self instead

 

as the one Light

 

That shines through all the drops.

 

 

When you know your self as just a drop,

 

And the Light shines through,

 

Then you think, "the light is mine!"

 

 

But when you know your self as the Light,

 

And the Light shines through

 

Then you know, "I am the Light."

 

 

When you think, "the light is mine,"

 

It seems that the Light is something

 

That the drop possesses.

 

 

And so then,

 

What is not really what you are,

 

Seems to possess,

 

What you really are.

 

 

So it is that,

 

The form you think you are,

 

Seems to possess,

 

The Consciousness you really are.

 

 

The drop-self,

 

Because it is not really what you are,

 

Always feels that something is missing,

 

Always senses that it is incomplete,

 

But never looks for what is missing,

 

In what it already seems to possess.

 

 

For how can Consciousness

 

Be what is missing,

 

When it is already possessed

By the drop-self?

 

 

And so it is

 

That what we truly are

 

Becomes hidden,

 

And so seems to be missing,

 

While remaining always

 

In plain sight. 

 

 

And so it is

 

That what we truly are

 

Is not actually missing,

 

But has just been misidentified,

 

And so appears

 

As something other

 

Than what we are.

 

 

It is as if we are children

 

And our mother stands right before us,

 

But we mistake her for someone else,

 

And so we run around crying,

 

"Where is my mother?"

 

 

But we do not cry

 

"Where is my mother?"

 

For it is not our mother

 

That is missing.

 

 

Rather, it is our true Self

 

That seems to have gone missing.

 

 

And so we cry,

 

Who am I?

 

What am I?

 

Where am I?

 

 

And the answer is always the same,

 

Once we are able to hear it.

 

I am right here

 

Where I have always been.

 

 

I never went anywhere,

 

I just got mistaken for something else,

 

for something other than I,

 

Once it seemed that I was possessed by an i

 

that I was not.

 

 

So know your self not

 

As just one of the many drops,

 

That rests on the leaves

 

After a rain.

 

 

Know your Self instead

 

As the one Light,

 

The Light of Consciousness,

 

That shines through all the drops,

 

And there will then be

 

No mistake in Identity,

Since the Light cannot seem to possess

 

That which It already knows

 

to Be Itself.