Rain falling, wind gusting, small chards of what I thought I was
instantly dissolving into bright shadowy formless forms
of loving empty
awe and wonder
as fierceness dies and lives and
beliefs burn upon
the silent hot waters of inquiry.
perceiving arises, uncaused, to no one and everyone to no thing and every thing,
as brilliantly beautiful
swirling and refracting watery songs
spontaneously appear singing heavy dirges of
who I once believed I was…and wasn’t
now seeing and knowing the seen and the unseen,
the knowing and the unknown
as momentary appearances of
empty fullness existing and not existing.