Eye the space between

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.