Meditating Poem by James Hart

Is that you Lord when I meditate?
You in the stillness, the silence, the simplicity
You in the music that oft times begs my attention
A shrill note, a bird-like song, a distant orchestra
You in the vistas that unfold and
Like the sounds, never the same from day to day
You in the colours that sometimes bless my inner eye
The yellows and occasionally the blues
You in the joy and the oneness I feel
When I say to you my mantra Abba
As I gaze into your face.

How much is you, Lord
And how much is me
And how much are they one and the same thing?
The mirror and its reflection
The singer and her voice
The thought and the thinker
The lover and his beloved
Forever united
Indistinguishable
The same.

©2009
James Hart