I see and before I know it disappears,
flies away–drifts off into the wind.
A brilliantly bright black hole,
One digs for gold but finds no shine.
One seeks but finds no relief to that which does not rhyme.
One rests and finds oneself in the loving arms of existence.
One looks around, yet finds no face.
We feel that it is here, just here–
“what?”–and whzooom it’s gone without a trace.
I relax as the unfolding.