How does one seek without seeking,
do without doing,
be without being,
ask without asking,
and who is there to ask?
The paradox confounds me.
I stare into the void of my not knowing
until trees grows before my eyes,
grasses sprout, mature, seed and die,
until I become a stone standing there
in the cleft of our formation,
until I forget the I who has asked,
and the stone crumbles into nothingness,
and the questions dissolve at last
into the air that bore them from my lips
as if never asked,
as if a light sparked
in the dark sea of my presence,
the universe is born,
the caul is broken,
and the unveiled answers are revealed.
for no reason.
2/23/16 Barrra de Navidad, Mx