Appearing empty,
Yet densely energetic,
Matters burst forth.
Obscure waves,
Mysterious parts of particles,
Frothy building blocks
Changing, evolving,
Linking, disintegrating
Geometric chemicals,
Hunting and dividing cells,
Arrays of complex beings
A frantic play
Of formless form
One with the Unnamed (Poem)
“I” am Tao.
Tao is “me”.
Dividing cells,
Destroying them.
Bits unfold, growing.
Sections collapse, dying.
“My” morphing pieces
Adhere to it.
Possessing Thoughts (Poem)
From oblivion they arise,
Quickly retreating to the void.
Thoughts can never
Be possessed.
In trying to capture,
They branch,
Growing an infected web.
Watch with disinterest
As they dissipate.
Or, grasp tightly
To suffer.
Surrendered Boundary (Poem)
Empty implies a shell,
Outer separate from inner.
Inflow and outflow
Forever dammed.
Release “your” trapped individual.
Be a non-boundary.
Without edges,
Realize a fuzzy perimeter.
The Quiet Mind Journeys Nowhere
A silent mind
Requires no destination.
There and then
Having dissipated.
Now-aware dissolves time.
The past continually
Freed in every moment.
Open and blank,
Unswerving in its perception.
Severe Labels (Poem)
Tao must be called something.
It is a pointer phrase.
The underlying has no brain nor larynx.
Oblivion is named as well.
Its alias could be:
“The opposite of all that is.”
Merely human words,
Born of a desire to describe.
Let’s continue our
Grunts and scratchings!
But allow them
to lose seriousness.