When form is made, possibility constrains, yet action opens up.
When action is taken good and evil emerge, yet love becomes possible.
When entangled in love arguments lead to fruit, yet arguments drive apart love.
Feel deeper, do you taste the dance?
We are all points of a oneness, empty and full at once and neither.
Saying we are many united is but less than the truth.
Saying we are one divided is but less than the truth.
Look subtler, look beyond looking.
I am you and you are me.
The air we breathe has touched both our lungs
And the lungs of dinosaurs
The lungs of Christ and Buddha
No one is God, all of us are.
We are enlightened in our illusion
And deluded in our enlightenment.
The pool reflects the moon
reflects the sun
reflects hydrogen fusion
reflecting reflects primal nothing
that is everything.
Surveying the stars scattered like dust I remark: what path is right?
What is the purpose of all this?
Round and round we build up symbols.
Round and round we do the maths.
Round and round we give God forms.
Jealously guarding answers.
Righteously jostling to make truths.
Intensely defending positions from the ramparts of sand castles.
While questions foam eternal.
Every point is but the frothing tips of the roaring reality ocean.
Appearance is but a momentary crest.
All waves return
Having never left.
What of my answers that I seek so desperately?
The cosmos is mute in its roar
Only cares about raw possibility.
Container for all with biased form toward none.
The voidness full of all that can ever be and never was.
You hurt me
I hurt you
Don’t touch the fire is said,
But only learned when burned.
Bemoan the world
Celebrate the world.
We are the victims and the perpetrators.
We are cells of the Earth body
Blessed to fight
Fighting to bless.
Do great good
Do great evil
While we work against each other
While we work with each other
We are in form,
Just next to truth, but still grasping.
No one knows the truth
Everyone is the truth.
With a wink and a smile I spar and dance with you
Thinking we move
In our motionless.
Copper soldiers battling over shapes
Melt down all the same.
The pulsar sings its clock
Shine shine shine
The stars slowly spin round the cosmic drains
The hum of consumption, the din of radiation
Time is the character of music, music makes the character of time.
Bodies the standing waves between birth and death.
I am stardust fusing
I am all my cells
I am not my cells
I am ephemeral and gross
I am made of eternity
I am bound to die.
I am a suspension between saint and sinner.
When I judge I am but a tiny ship,
Sailing through infinity lost toward death.
When I surrender to no descriptions,
I am infinity sailing through itself.
Look inside yourself to see there is no inside.
Look outside yourself to see there is no outside.
Stillness is motion.
Motion is stillness.
Hear it? Feel it?
There’s your heart
The pulsar of your soul.
You are an instrument in the all symphony.
When you feel less than, realize your infinity.
When you feel more than, realize your finity.
Balanced between sound and quiet
The symphony becomes itself.