To this transparent light, clearness itself, omnipresent as space,
to This, the host of all that appears,
to This, the non-locatable, spontaneous here-and-now,
to This that is identical with the openness of all those who,
whether known or unknown, have recognized its simple presence;
to This our vibrant home, never created
so never able to cease,
to this unseen light, the most familiar presence of now,
indistinguishable from the bones in our face
and the tongue in our mouth,
indistinguishable from our most intimate thoughts and feelings,
yet beyond all limitation,
to this infinite kindness that allows everything to appear,
we bow down.
...
To which direction shall we bow,
to what sacred space, shrine or God,
if not to the bowing itself?
...
Pir Elias Amidon
Free Medicine
Photo: Peter Bowers