Passersby

Be passersby.
– Jesus of Nazareth to his disciples, from the Gospel of Thomas.

You who walk this way, make this way :
the chance encounterer, the pacer of minute
steps, the one going no place and therefore every
place. Be a path maker who treads the ground
of no ground : where walking is life and this life
is its own meaning. Be a wanderer, not bound to these
graveled byways, or the four walls of family prisons
or the rule of law that hides great lawlessness :
be the one who observes, listens and honors
all water and all breathing : be as a migrant
and therefore a moment, as if not really there,
and yet always belonging.
Come into being as you walk past : an eternal
pedestrian, where the world is a bridge,
never a home. Tell the truth, a fleeting thing,
and be the truth, a fleeting person.
Knowing that time is a superb illusion
that quantum facts are also quantum lies,
that every knowledge is also no knowledge,
and that when you proceed, you fill the empty
space between us, as the one who truly understands,
who truly loves,
and then is gone.