Zen and the Art of Telephone Avoidance

I unleash my shadow
and twist
pushing mortal mechanism
through the grinding of
my own gears and
into a 112mph
void

All things are different
here and yet
they are the same
I become a part
of it all – I am...

the fog that reaches deep into asphalt curves and rolls Gaia beneath me
I am the sea in waves of sweet mustard and particles of sand both finite and infinite
in Creation – I am at once a feathered stone snow storm
formless human fire and leaves that weep color in timeless season – I am...

four-legged sense memory stalking ev’ry quantum possibility
each rooted cell by
wheeling cell in
the treads and tar
of now

I become a part
of it all and
the sound of your
voice comes closely
armored from far away

Everything is different and yet it is the same

Don’t thank me for
resignation into good enough
That is your Creation

Photo by Phin