Perfect Window
You opened your eyes,
and the Quantum Mother
saw the world.
That’s how perfect you were born.
I am drinking Bintag in Bali,
All-that-Is
savors the taste.
That’s how perfect I still am.
Not just us. When a monkey
opens her eyes in the forest,
the cosmic Allness
sees the trees.
Can you see yourself?
No, so let me tell you,
you are (still) a perfect window,
an utterance of Her.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
