Two right hands

Two right hands
 
When I was a kid about eight years old
I had a wreck on my bike. 
 
My head hit the sidewalk
hard enough to knock me out. 
 
I woke up after a few moments
seeing two street signs looming above me.
 
I reached out to determine
by touch which one was real
 
and found that I had two right hands.
Illusion is illusive (and elusive)
 
because it is ubiquitous, blending
imperceptibly into every backdrop
 
because the backdrop is also illusion
and the viewer of illusion is illusion
 
and each knothole view of illusion is also illusion.
We can never climb outside of it
 
to see it for what it is, just as we can never climb
outside of ourselves to know Who we really are.
 
O child of God, Meher said that it is so very hard
to find that which has never been lost.  

    

(Painting by Thom Fortson)