Hello to You!

every place I go
each that I meet
such intimacy
greeted by You.

You ask for a name
I ask for a name
and yet we both know
we are not the names
but only to be addressed.

it seems that the eyes meet
and perceives a smile
but where is all that happening
except in the mind, with its functions of perception.

any meaning conjured
all part of conditionings
but is that really You?
I can never believe.

only recognising
what is beyond form
disbelieving form
yet, appreciating form.

not much use this form, that is
except to hold up this pen
scribbling words on a notebook
to pen down expressions
in exchange of what has been received.