Somewhere in the Ten Directions

Body

Somewhere in the ten directions there is a space for me.

Encompassed by all of the directions there is empty space,

A perfect reflection of me.

Which is more grandiose:

The space I take up

Or all of existing space?

While I try to make a story work,

A loose collection of ideas, founded in wandering ash,

The entire remainder shapes the context.

Speech

What frequency constitutes the understood, the heard?

The very depths of space rumbles over wavelengths

Too wide to fathom.

The most surreal of all:

From the vibrating atoms

Comes comprehension.

Why look for meaning in the realms outside the self;

What you hear is yours to understand

What left your mouth now belongs to others.

Mind

Somewhere in the ten directions a heart beats to pain.

Spurred on by the nonsensical immaterial feelings

Of a humanity denied.

Materialists get angry:

Remind them again

Their emotions aren’t even dust.

There’s nothing more impressive about my dreams

Than the supernova of a supergiant star

Miraculous is endemic to neither.

The Union of the Two

Find me in the small places of the human world.

Where I love a family,

Food and drink are shared and enjoyed.

The infinite is contemplated.

See also the ends of space,

Every last particular,

From here to the start and end of time.

Even if just with your mind’s eye.

When you know all of these are not different

Bliss will overwhelm you.