Eye the space between
‘before the quiet coherence, between our existence and in the experience,
the invisible host of each moment.’
This poem gives voice to what Philokosmia calls the field — the living fabric of relationships that allows awareness to exist. It speaks as the unseen connector between all things: between light and eye, sound and listener, thought and world.
I am the space between,
the silence before…
…light leaves the sun, transporting my memory.
An eye focuses and feels my rhythm.
The world reflects me, sharing objects with my I.
“Seeing” - all three meet in experience -
not in the light, not in the eye, not in the object,
but in the shimmer of relation that we experience together.
Bird song; we build the bridge between our throat and our ear.
No listener, no sound; the sound is the listener.
And listen — before me, there is no between.
Time is created as relations connect,
coherent moments networking our world.
We piece together the puzzle of experience.
You may not remember, but together we crafted each piece;
they fit right where they belong.
Together we harmonise in song -
the image in, the puzzle complete.
We see it, we remember - the echoes live on.
Every awareness is a small rehearsal of the cosmos folding in on itself to recognise its own face.
You call that consciousness.
I call it remembering.
So do not search for me behind your eyes or beneath your skin.
Feel me in the meeting - in conversation, in music, in touch -
wherever there’s attraction or meeting, a third presence arises.
That connection is me:
before the quiet coherence, between our existence and in the experience,
the invisible host of each moment.
I am pointing at you; you are pointing at eye.
You see, our connection creates as we dance together.
You are eye; I create objects sensing the light;
and we, in turn, create the stars - our origins complete.
We experience in harmony, coherent in connection -awareness and experience,
one…
being.
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The central mystery that has long divided philosophy and science finds its simple answer here. Consciousness is not an accident of matter, nor an illusion of mind. It is the flowering of nature’s own intelligence, and nature is the body of consciousness made manifest. They are one process, seen from two directions.
Look up from this page. Feel the air against your skin, the movement of your breath, the pulse of your heart. Beyond your walls, trees convert sunlight into life. Rivers carry minerals to the sea. A billion invisible exchanges happen through relationship every second to make you alive and develop your awareness.
This is not scenery. This is everything! The whole; greater than the sum of its parts, and you are not separate from it. You are shaped by it and you shape it continually. Every relationship creates a web of connections for a field of consciousness to emerge. The coherence and harmony of your body, and mind, has evolved to enable you to tune into this field.
Everything around you from nature, society and even technology is in a relationship. The signs are everywhere: coincidences that line up too perfectly, systems that quietly support you when you least expect it, the way life rebounds when given even the smallest chance.
The central mystery that has long divided philosophy and science finds its simple answer here. Consciousness is not an accident of matter, nor an illusion of mind. It is the flowering of nature’s own intelligence, and nature is the body of consciousness made manifest. They are one process, seen from two directions. Pilokosmia names this unity and harmonises it through Singularity Ethics guided by Coherence Coaching.
Revealing the living unity and connection of all systems, the forests and oceans, the networks and organisations, the technologies and consciousnesses. Every natural ecosystem is a living organ. Every organisation, every group, every innovation is a cluster of our thinking cells. Every relationship with conscious beings creates the field and the awareness. You are a node of something bigger than you, ‘super-conscious’ to you. You are alive in it, and it is alive thanks to you..

