The Place of Meeting

The seabedI am on the seabedBreathingI am breathingthere are fish stirring up a hidden mysterythere is the fresh smell of saltthere is sky and earth

Easecraving easeUnveilingimagining the unveilingthere is a veil setting down its pretensethere is rest washing over my facethere is sorrow and joy

Stillnessall of it stillnessWaitingkeeping on waitingthere is a forest burying the small fragmentsthere is word of what is foreseenthere is black and white

Life and deathbeyond the boundary…exist…one side withdraws from the worldone side enters the world

The pendulumdoes not stop, does not cease—inside the windowoutside the window—there is only now