Experience..

 

Experience

Tells a personal 

Story..

Dressing up

I am..

Time and space

Are the shore lines

Of this adventure..

Which might 

Seem empty

With the appearance

Of a new story...

There are no things..

 

There

Are no things..

Page 1:

This startling news

Flying in the face

Of what seems

Obvious..

Page 2:

The innumerable

Exasperating

Searches to find

No things...

Nothing right or wrong..

 

Nothing

Is right 

Or wrong

About any story..

Each  and every

Is a collection 

Of words..

Claiming a 

Coherence

Of silent

Incoherence...

Mystery..

 

Mystery..

Offered as

Explanation

Of arising

Appearances..

Yet

Explanations

Fail..rendering 

Mystery as an

Explanation 

Which fails...

Friends..

 

Friends..

A relationship

Passonate

Cooling

Ups and downs

On and off

Love and distress

The outflow of

Separation's

Dominance..

Relationship

Is two..

Perhaps seeking

Not-two...

The rub with words..

 

Words

Seem to point

To an underlying

Reality..

Which implies 

Separation

Re the proverbial

Map and territory..

It's two

Not not-two..

That's the rub

Seemingly

With words...

Tricky words..

 

Words 

Are also This..

But words 

May be tricky

Seeming to separate

To construct and

Destruct..

But still This..

Resonance is

Possibly peace...