A world of separate objects
Has been the province of science
For centuries following centuries..
But now an occasional shudder
Cast by an uneasy perception
That our roots in separation
Have been only a useful dream..
The dream has turned sour
And has drawn a darkened film
Over eyes..eyes seeking  
Understanding in the shadows..
New discoveries find Fields
Of openness and not-knowing
Leading a few scientists to
A science cleared of slumber...

Perpetual Inquiry

There are so many claims
For our attention..
Some cause us to linger
With tastes and feelings..
Some may be delicious.. until
They obscure Who we are
And cause a forgetting of
Our real fulfillment which
Only arrives by recalling
The rich rewards of
Perpetual inquiry...

No~thing
And
Every~thing..
Or briefly:
No~ and Every~..
No~ vibrates
Shaping No~
Appearing
As Every~..
This is
All we know or
Need to know..
Yet..we fear
No~thing
Not knowing...

Art speaks words unheard,
   The feelings paints pictures unseen.
       It is beauty and drastic ideas combined
      A mix of pleasure and pain
      All experiences add a different taste
        Rough edges and smoothness entwined.
Touch it and fall into a dream
The artist lived and lives within.

A questioning arising
From the vicissitudes
Of life..the constant flux..
We seem as a ball
Bouncing from this locale
To that..desires pulling
To hoped satisfactions..
At long last..the mind asks
What or Why or When  
Opening our emptiness
Quieting the questions
Introducing ourselves to
A new Recognition...