I am a leaf miner, or so they say.
I’m not sure who they are.
Some of them seem to know, others don’t.
I can’t say I’m aware of being a leaf miner,
I just am what I am.
This is a nasturtium leaf, or so they say.
I’m not sure if it is aware of that, or of me, for that matter.
I’m not quite sure what awareness is.
Am I looking at me?
Who is that looking?
Are they looking and seeing?
What is it that they see?
Really ... what is it?
Of course, I’m not here, this is just evidence that I have been here.
Mining my way to the centre of my world, or out, I’m not sure which.
It’s very sunny, or so they say ...
There is a shadow, or so they say.
Sun and shadow ...
Do they know themselves and each other?
They are so bound.
We all are.
And so separate.
It’s really quite hard, isn’t it ...
Or not, maybe it’s simple...
Blimey ...
Off with your head, says the queen of hearts ...