And Thou Shall Let Go
space, including perfection.
To try to grasp it, is to lose it.
To solidify it, is to kill it. As
a photo is dead, the self our
mind fashions, is a dead self.
Let go of continuity, only now is.
Void falling through void.
No beginning, no end. No grasping,
no holding! No staying in place, and
nowhere to go. Just floating away!