To breathe the quiet wisdom
between these moments:
Neither loss nor gain can be
when having never is.

Paragenesia

(Noun) The successive order in which a formation of associated minerals is generated.

The passing of these passing days
in which we form, in which we are,
this chain of selves--
this sequence of associated states,
each flowing from the one before,
each flowing from the one to follow.

The trick of it

Love
like enlightenment
eludes the seeker.

But how to wait
without waiting?

This unconditioned moment
where the world flows
seamless with one's body,
unbroken
by skin or sense or self,
like fingers drawn
lazily across the sky,
dripping with sunlight and dew.

Four-fifths a sonnet

The question still will not abate,
for what is form and what is fate
that we should scrye and correlate
effect and cause? This chain of states
we seem to be, when glimpsed in time
subjectively, in which we find
no start, no end. Instead, a kind
of thread, conditioned cause, that winds
in both directions. Morn and eve
are linked, entwined, each to leave,
arrive, or stay -- however brief.
No more than spring's, then autumn's, leaf.
Do we persist? Were I to guess
an answer, I'd say no...and yes.

The pond's rippled mirror.
A falling leaf
echoes.