Nature is the once and future
mythology.
Between awareness and
self-awareness is this big bang—
spontaneous, transformative, and
unreal.
A Whitmanesque variety of things
will come to mind
in the Basho minute of a cherry
blossom.
It is said there is a spring beyond
the ordinary seasons.
There is no name for such a bliss
but being is a wise denomination.
It is the gate to gatelessness or
so to speak.
The infinite cosmic vortex is
spontaneously open,
absent, unified and much like this
lucid dreaming.
For it is sung every song sings
about the unsung being self-aware.
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