The ways I know

Myself — blended sounds,

Mixed memory,

Shortened spaces.

They move between

Themselves and the world

With a shifting grace

And a natural beauty.

Terrifying beauty,

Unfolding without time;

Hardening without substance.

The “stuff” that reacts

Is also what is reacted to:

Skin muscles bones,

Breath organs blood.

A center with no border,

Functioning with no image —

No thought, no belief:

An invisible picture.

Taught by arising

Waves: air, space, light —

Becoming without return.

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