All of Me, All of You
All over the space
Every thing encloses its future; so do I.
It’s being drawn as I walk.
So, it isn’t exactly future.
Every step forms the point on which my foot stands
at that moment.
The soil is being created as my foot moves towards it,
and it is fully configured just when my sole touches it.
Synchronous willing, acting, creating.
Nothing was there before, and nothing will be
— externally — after I move on to the next step.
My nows are enclosed in me.
I carry all my timings, as time folds over itself.
What happens within is all that remains.
The space I take
is the only thing of the external world that is mine.
But when my mind doesn’t even create this distinction
between self and surroundings,
between internal and external,
I am my space itself.
I am space itself.
So, I’m in everybody, in a way.
And everybody is within me.
I feel all of you now.
