However narrow the bandwidth
      of its consciousness,
            a creature is Being
Regarding itself.

Because every single creature is contained by What Is
Through any one creature's loving,
      What Is loves.
Through any one creature's knowing,
      What Is knows.
So What Is—
      Being Itself—
            loves,
                  contains love,
                        and knows
                              that it loves and contains
                                    love.

How, then, could Krishnamurti say
      that one who knows that he loves
            cannot love,
Disallowing the special case of a single instance of creaturehood
      that both loves
            and knows that it loves?
Why indeed can loving and knowledge of one's loving
      not be collocated
            in a single consciousness?
This seeming impossibility is a misapprehension that can occur to any creature
      which, in choicelessly perceiving the unity that is What Is,
            normalizes to zero the presence
                  of the concomitant enclosingness of its creaturehood
Such that, to itself, it is pure consciousness
      and not hosted by, and therefore inseparably bound to,
A single, particular, mortal containing instance
Of creaturehood.