The One Who Is by Chrys Romeo - HTML preview

I Am the Infinite Eye

If you close your eyes to the outside, you open your eyes inwards... and you see the light. If I close my eyes, I open them to the light. And the light is alive.

In this light, my name doesn't matter. I don't have a name. Light is the presence of consciousness. Existence unfolds and rolls up again, without end. As the stars align in the universal tree, rising bright above darkness, shining ahead through endless space, I will be born again to go through the infinite vision of being alive.

A silent eternity is the beginning of the circle, looking for itself.

In this light, there is only one eye, multiplied to infinity. Its vision is timeless. For what is time, but the ever changing illusion of sequence. The sequence of names, faces, places and years, experiences and seasons, it all goes to the infinite beyond. I see a great tree with yellow leaves, scattering across the sky. It stands and rises century after century, millenarian, eternal. The leaves turn to dust and melt away, becoming the sky itself. The tree expands, as high above, as deep below. I am its essence, running inside the branches. Time and the tree are waiting to peel away the illusions, until it reveals the essence of life.

I am one eye into a thousand centuries. The light it seeks, the miracle it's looking for is the answer to what life is. It's the reverse of the unknown, becoming identical with the universe. Life is reflections of galaxies, isolated into shape and form, intensifying essence under the surface, spinning and yearning to break free, to reach infinity, to identify itself with the eternity which is.

An eye that sees is the eye that creates the vision. It's the eye that projects around into existence everything that is. It's the light of infinity going from inside out, reaching to the endless universe to make shapes appear, to make stars shine, to make suns glow through the tapestry of time, the grand expansion of unfolding consciousness, a sequence of branches, an immemorial tree. It starts from the first glance looking ahead. It is the eye that projects itself into existence. It becomes alive and it is endless. It is the one who is.

As I open my eyes, I am one with the light. I am also the mysterious vision of the night. I am alive. I am a presence that is unexplained and inevitable. I am the unknown and the infinite. I am nothing and everything. I am your mirror. I am what you imagine. If you are my dream, we dream each other and the universe has dreamt of us since forever, until eternity.

I am the one who is. There's a spiral I've been going through and I'm not going back to the beginning: not now. Instead, I'm reaching the absolution and liberation of a complete definition. The universe has come to find itself, through my eyes. It created the vision of what is, going round to the beginning. I've become the one who is here, from the one who wasn't. I've been before I've seen - and I've seen before I've been. I can still hear the howling of the dark wolf, intertwined with the wolf of light, lost somewhere, in the memories of time. I'm not going back there, for I've gone far beyond and right to the point of being the one who is. At this point, I could say anything about anything.

I am the infinite eye that envisions the universe and you too, with it. There's a dual universe of night and day and it's watching every step you take, breathing with you, until forever.

The question remains: who are you? Are you the one who is, or are you the one who isn't?

Are you the one who reflects the one who is? Are you the eye who sees the essential?

Are you one who is going to be infinite? Are you the one who is light?

Are you?

Answer it to yourself.

And then open your eyes to see me as I am: the one who is.