Lying In Bed In Truth

Lying In Bed In Truth

I lie in bed.

I look down at this body.


Not very interesting.

I wish to feel the single this.



Separated and detached,

No past which want to show itself;

Just now.

Alone but not a lonely I,

For as a Buber labeled it,

An I and Thou,

All others also I and Thou

Surrounding and surrounded by…

Monads all.

Single souls.

Working on and out the hole

And whole of this existence.

Fingers typing,

Eyes a-skyping

Mind hard to describe

Where is it?

What’s it doing?

All and nothing.

What’s it want?

A knowing all integrally,


Unseparate yet separated.

This is mysticism underrated

In a nutshell.

Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin


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