I am the Space between

I am the Space between

 

I, the eye of awareness,

Wanted to know who I am.

The question is really lost, as

An answer negates true comprehension.

If I were my body,

Then why does it fade,

Why does it ail and die ?

And who is the I,

Who asks for a clue,

Is it me, or is it you ?

Molecules are objects of form,

And I am not in them.

For if I were, I could perish

And be gone, destroyed, no more.

The molecules don't observe me,

But I, the I am who is all,

Does watch and study and

Even question them, again and again.

Time is what is between,

One point and another point

Plotted along a line.

It describes a movement,

That's all, a place along the line.

So what is it, that is there

In between the points along the line,

But time ?

 Space, is likewise a gap, a

hole, a timeless void of nothingness,

And a vastness all at one time.

Objects in motion, move on air

or a vacuum, yet are not

Equal for they are form.

So what is it, that is there

In between these objects, the planets

But space ?

So what if I were to say,

I am space and I am time ?

The objects the matter the detail

Are nothing but form.

And I, the I that I am,

Is the places in between.

Is that so foolish to see,

That I am space, all space.

That I am time all the time,

And that I am always in between ?

Is it not space that keeps

The flow, the movement, the action ?

Is it not time that measures

The flow, the movement, the action ?

Is it not I that keeps all

These things here, being seen ?

Ekchart Tolle