Today I am the wind
seeking the form in the formless
Spiralling and flowing
from an unbridled space
Throwing myself at all I see,
dancing, singing, jumping, playing
Coursing through the veins of the world
giving, giving, giving
Blowing on all and everything
I dent all I touch yet I harm nothing.
Today I am the wind
my invisible touch known by its shadow.
An ocean is beyond me
so close that I can smell its shores.
like a dream within a dream.
My feet walk upon It,
my eyes are filled with It,
I breath It. I laugh and cry with It.
There is no place within or without where It is not.
Not a clue!
who is this stupid fool?!
Not a clue!
I looked up at the sky today
and saw it shimmering in the sunlight
dancing right up to my face
As I looked up again
that moment was gone,
the shimmering had ceased.
But it was here still, always here
displaying itself in the next moment
in a new way, in a new form.
Here, here, only ever here.
Why do we forget and seek it in the labyrinth of mind?
What is this madness?
You are the infinite expression
of a shimmering endless Ocean
lightning Itself to see Itself,
to taste Itself.
You ebb and flow with the Oceans’ tide
and every wave, every ripple is your dancing
the moon and stars bathe in your radiance
and the night sky envelops you.
We want to be free
lose the chains that bind us
reach the Sun
touch the face of God
But we are in the way
we are the covering,
we are the veil,
hiding the precious one
There is nothing we can do
but to leave ourselves behind
there to remain no traces of an I
revealing all, hiding nothing.
Get out of the way,
vanish, dissolve, just evaporate,
and the glory of him, the Sun
will pervade the universe with its brilliance.
This secret seeing is the space,
where the real meets what is not.
It sees all things, knows all things
the seen, the unseen and the not-yet-seen.
Live from this, as this, now,
don’t wait for that special moment.
Remove nothing, add nothing, seek nothing,
simply look from this place, through these eyes
This secret seeing is not yours to get
it is a gift to you from that which sees.
I don’t remember who I am right now.
Without remembering, who am I,
does it really matter who I am?
If I am not remembering who I am,
could I have an opinion?
The thought that arises, who does it apply to?
Do I need to be “someone” to be here?
Is there hereness here?
Is there anything besides that?
This breeze is your breath,
infused with the perfume of orange blossoms,
the scent of Presence where I have pitched this tent.
This place where I am your sky but also your clouds
where I see you with a billion eyes,
each one looking in a different direction.
You are the greatest alchemist
through you all things are sacred
merging existence and non-existence.
You fill this cup over and over again,
sometime scorching it
with your pure, unimaginable beauty.
Leaning to be the blade of grass rather than the sun
To be the moth rather than the flame
To be the fool and know the wisdom of serving you.
This is a transcript of an interview with Enza Vita conducted by Jerry Katz from Nonduality: The Varieties of Expression on April 27, 2013.
Jerry: You’re in Adelaide, the state of South Australia. You’re from Italy.
Jerry: I want to hear about Sicily. You grew up in a small town. What was the town?
Enza: The town was called Solarino. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solarino. On some maps it’s not even there, but you can find it. Now it has about 5000 people.
Jerry: It sounds like a wonderful, romantic, beautiful place.
Jerry: Was all your family there?
Jerry: Tell me a funny romantic story about growing up there.
Jerry: When did all those experiences start?
Jerry: Not everyone you talk to who’s coming from the place of realization has had such childhood experiences and you had them intensely.
Jerry: Before we leave Solarino, can you tell me anything about it that involves pasta and olive oil and family, marinara sauce, anything like that? Then we’ll move on to Australia.
Jerry: Did you have family dinners?
Jerry: What kind of food?
Jerry: What kind of pasta?
Jerry: And you were probably thinking of going up on the roof.
Jerry: What’s not a story?
Jerry: Now we’re getting into awareness, but in your story you’re 17 and you’ve taken off to Australia.
Jerry: Was going to Australia like climbing on the roof?
Jerry: What are some of the milestones of the trip to Australia (besides the seeing of the lotus on the book)? You were young.
Jerry: How were your consciousness experiences during that time?
Jerry: What kinds of books were you reading?
Jerry: You’re very grounded in nature.
Jerry: So you were reading and going to meditation groups.
Jerry: Would you use the word channeling?
Jerry: You have loose boundaries to your personality.
Jerry: It’s as though it descends upon you in some way. Like grace?
Jerry: Doesn’t sound like you’re someone who would give a step by step instruction in your teachings.
Jerry: Come on, you’re flying on bubbles. Why can’t you just teach?
Jerry: How do you deal with terminology? You use words like awareness, consciousness. Do you keep those separate?
Jerry: To me those are the two teachings, of consciousness and awareness. People in the nonduality scene overlook the consciousness place. But it’s a good place to come from.
Jerry: When you say “I Am,” do you mean…
Jerry: And I hear you saying, you mentioned Nisargadatta in this regard, there’s no technique.
Jerry: Why don’t people in today’s nonduality scene focus on the I Am?
Jerry: I don’t know. How about you? What gang are you in?