We fear time
Time that gnaws like mice
At our passing days
We draw our lives into storyboards and
Break our moments into decimal places further and further from the one
Binary moments, digitized and pixilated
Broken down to imaginary particles of desire and dissatisfaction
Particles that have no mass
But there is more at the core of this
An absolute zero that is only
The space between life and death
It spins there with
No wants or desires
No evil or good
No yes or no
It is here that I would lay
Tranquil in your warm arms
Away from motion
And robed in silence
Still, whole and eternal
A Buddha in the heart of the rock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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whole and eternal, peace and rational. good one.