Spaces

...And I wondered how much space
there is compacted into nothing

astrophysicists call it
a black hole
this vortex of emptiness

not quite humbly
still,
I consider myself a
metaphysician, a mystic,
so I easily see
10000 million Buddhas
dancing on the edge
of perpendicular time
as it slips
unannounced, reconciling
into a star-seed
ripe & gathering
cosmic dust
10000 million incarnations,
nebulae
seeking another skin,

romancing the stones
hidden in crumbling jungle temples
somewhere in Shangri-La
Shiva and Shakti
dance, gyrate
imminent and eminent
chance and circumstance
ignite embers into another flame
striking Damocles singing sword
light and dark spaces

holographic
visions
of my Socratic mind
waves and strings
interchange rearrange exchange
tie
earth to heaven
rock to cloud

and the sea
the sea,
about which
nothing
can be said.