the light bursts
from a sack
the bottom
broken through,
this bent bhikkhu
screams silently
into the
non-attached
that becomes
brighter at every corner
of my fractal mandala
divergent source code
new galaxy on and
on and on.
In a distant universe
stork-like birds are startled
by the shore
that endlessly laps at
our efforts of serenity.
ephemerally here infinitely now
the empty everything
takes any form
we give.
where do we go when we dream?