What if?
Flickering, curling wisps of flame.
Stay with it, just long enough.
Then panning out, opening to the surrounding darkness.
The end of the day.
Three earth people rest their limbs,
singing to the fire. All is
quiet
for a moment.
Then a voice speaks.
Jax: Who am I?
Echoes in the fullness: singers and drummers whisper song.
Velvet: My boundary is porous.
I seep into and through everyone around me.
Nelt: Allbeing and my being are woven,
immanent: emptiness is all form.
Jax: And yet the ego holds.
Velvet: What does it hold? What can it hold?
Nelt: All this.
Your voice, my witness,
our taste of passion when we glance. This
is not love without us.
Jax: It's a screenplay, isn't it?
Nelt: What do you mean?
Jax: Ah, meaning... Who am I? A character?
Nelt: What are you talking about?
Velvet: What if everything I know and do,
my words spoken and unspoken,
my "sense of character"
and where it comes from:
What if "I" is fictional?
Nelt: Enlightenment!
Everyone, all together, intones the immortal phrase.
Jax, Velvet, Nelt: It feels like we're in a movie.
Zoom back into the fire.
Flickering, curling wisps of flame.