We are giants
To the molecules.
The stars are pinpoints
In the galaxy.
A shape has no size,
Only relating to others.
Superior this way,
Inferior that.
Margins of Creation (Poem)
Tao greets the edges
Of nothingness.
Interfacing, the boundaries
Permeate both.
Consuming each other,
They produce everything.
The myriad emerge,
Rapidly oozing a retreat.
Into the foreground,
Back to the background
Away from this divided realm,
We remember our waviness.
Sounds Concealing Reality (Poem)
Oblivion, an invented label
Infinity, another word
Tao murmurs beneath it all.
Can it be understood?
Words emerge from minds.
Our noises obscure
Directness and immediacy.
Myriad Layers at Once (Poem)
I am the Multiverse,
The Universe
And this galaxy too.
I am this star system,
Planet and ecosystem, not new.
I am cells,
Mostly water molecules.
I am chemicals reacting,
Nuclei and clouds,
Particles and waves.
I am all of these,
Not a self.
Not one standing above,
But openly continuous.
We are layers of Tao,
Acted upon by Nature.
Peering at the whole,
Behold a hole
Where its name should be.
Tao Flows in (Poem)
Where oblivion
Creates vacuum,
Tao enters immediately.
Every frequency
Embedded in nothing.
Therefore… no oblivion!
Axles of the Cosmos (Poem)
The myriad emerges from Tao.
“They” spin out,
Infinite peaces in rotation.
Returning, falling back in,
A retreat to stillness
Carries limitless momentum.
On all scales
The vortex flows,
Inward, outward,
Dominant and obedient.
Centers connected
While branching,
Axles of the cosmos.