An attempt at poetry…
Among The Wise
Oh Wondrous, Formless Form,
Like jacks, thou hast scattered us into the void.
It is but a moment before the ball returns to touch the earth again,
The game set in motion with a single bounce.
The wise hearken unto the sound of their breath.
The wise stand in the silence within, and know.
The slightest move of Thy Formless Form
Does not pass without notice…
Among the wise.
Among the wise
Thy every move doth send forth
A cascade of vibrations…
The wise revel in the bliss of Thy ebb and flow.
A man’s span,
The briefest of moments,
Measured by the bounce of a child’s rubber ball…
Save among the wise, who know.
The Cosmic Illusion continues…
Save among the wise
Who become One with
That Formless and Wispy Flourish that sweeps the jacks.
No longer gathered up,
No longer scattered,
Among the wise, there is only I AM.