Untitled my life is a village

Breathe.
 
Life and death are
Intrinsically
Entwined
In each
Inhalation
There is the seed of each
Exhalation
 
Black and
White
Beachheads
Of swimming
Tides and
Shades of
Livings and
Dyings
 
To see in one death
All death
Eternal and
Separate
Is a source of
Distress
 
To see in one life
All life
Is also
Distress
To deny
The ever presence of
Raw
Birthing
Renewal
 
Breathe.
 
Hands that
Reach
Into a bowl
To grasp
A fish
Continually come away with
Nothing
 
To die
To self
Is to grasp
There is
No self
There is no definition
Of being
Moment to moment
Only that which experiences
Livings and
Dyings
 
Hands
Eyes
Black and white
Stones
In the waters
There was nothing
To grasp
Shimmers of
Light
Shadows
Cast over
The bowl
Only motions
Of changings
 
Realize
The bowl
Is the
Corridor
Of perception
Life itself
Is not
Contained
Therein  
 
Breathe.
 
Feel the constant
Vibrato of my
Instrument
Attuning
It is ungraspable
Moment to
Moment
 
Hear the steady
Sonata
That is my
Unstoppable
Pendular
Voice
 
Sincerely,
R Sculptoris