I am the Universe: The Poet

I'm Brahman. In the house we have no maid.
At home I do the only thing I can:
I throw away my bath water and fill the jug;
I take no towel; and I always spill.

She tells me these are no a husband's chores.
I do feel helpless and reproach myself
When she is spoiling my impracticability
-- ingrained -- with the magic of her cookery.

And ever do I worship Him who manifests
himself as a magic show of cosmos, art and
science:

When she is handing me my plate of
porridge,
-- I notice how her fingertips are chapped --

I'm burning with a single adoration for
Sun, Bach, Kant; and those calloused hands
of hers.

Johan Andreas Der Mouw (1863-1919)
translated from Dutch by Victor van Bijlert

I am the Universe

I am happy
with my sorrows

The sorry man
is affected by sorrow.
The happy man
---by happening.
What tnen,
when sorrow happens?

What sounds like rubbish
may be one of the words
for Love
in the language of the Divine.

All actions are the product of Nature
But he who is confused about the self,
thinks of himself as the doer.

Idam

So many words
are without meaning.

The awe
in facing Being
is greater
than any attempt
at explaining
it.

It is hard to tell
whether the present
is eternal
or ephemeral.

Writing for the sake of writing
I cannot add up to
This

I am
me(aningless)

I'm Brahman

The best i can offer is
nothing

Square pigs
dance on halves
with cakes
to their upper screw-drivers!

Let me talk non-sense,
words never meant anything anyway.

Here,
the inexpressible
expressed
again

This is not a negation.

Sometimes the delicacy
of an un-asked question
in itself is the answer
to Everything.

I feel like writing something
to express the mysterious
and yet so obvious
being.

But what can be said,
to make it any more obvious?

Tout commence par la fin

If ever you read anything
I have written.

If ever reading this,
you believe it makes sense.

Burn it
down.

In my dictionary
the entry for
"god"
reads:
"your true nature."