In the Maya of Time and Space,
we are karma dust blown into shapes,and each speck of our flesh
is proven to be a tiny spark.
Time’s arrow eternally flies;
Space’s balloon infinitely swells.
I have been bothered by “I”
which Buddha counsels me
to be just a Mirror blurred
by too many images it keeps within,
and the objects it reflects
are waves or bubbles while they break.
Einstein reached the ultimate;
he saw nothing but light in light.
Fear of my demise and horrors
in what is so real as our world
drove me away from the ant cave
to speculate in a glade.
Now day is dawning and stars fade.
In a dream within dreams,
you and I are in fact linked to
the same Source beyond words,
yet It permeates and underlies everything.
A drop of dew may disappear
but its content never ceases to exist.
A fish may pop up and dart under
but it must be somewhere in the sea.
By the shore, the setting sun glows
amid rosy clouds and seagull wings.
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