In the
middle
of everywhere,
I am nothing.
But,
in the
Vast Expanse,
I am everything–
a singular,
all-encompassing
glint of shimmering
suchness flashing
on the eddying flow,
like an airborne
hit of cosmic acid
containing all the eyes,
caught by the wind,
floating tiptoes
on the
glistening nipples
of a twinkling
time-stream dakini,
living in the dancing
ripples of Rubenesque
curves in an ancient
oxbow trace,
where everflows
the divine dusty
karmic river
of
eternal
existential
oneness