Remembering

Sogyal Rinpoche saying,

“Your experience will not enlighten you.”

And suddenly the words fly apart

Diving into the space of Y-O-U-R

Entering molecules of  ‘Y’

But what is entering?

Awareness

Somewhere a sense of a mirror

Gleaming, silvery; allowing and reflecting arising appearance

Where does this sense of ‘I’ come from?

Taught?

Racially inherited?

If a baby was not rattled at, cooed at, worried at;

if its senses were not bombarded, directed, manipulated

Would a different sense of ‘I’ develop?

Or is it implicit in the division of that single cell?

And before that?