“Stuff”

The ways I knowMyself — blended sounds,Mixed memory,Shortened spaces.


They move betweenThemselves and the worldWith a shifting graceAnd a natural beauty.
Terrifying beauty,Unfolding without time;Hardening without substance.

The “stuff” that reactsIs 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 arisingWaves: air, space, light —Becoming without return.