A Ripple in the Mirror

I. Sutra of Measure

We believe in distance
because we dream of measure.

Yet measure measures only against zero,
the silence from which it is born.

Space does not divide.
It relates.
It holds.

What we call between
is a rhythm of belonging,
a dream
through which nearness reveals itself.

The far and the near,
one gesture.
One unfolding of awareness.

There is no interval,
only consciousness
stretching
to dream of itself.

Clarity bends into rainbows;
light becomes colour.
The infinite, intimate.

Every horizon
mirrors the origin,
the zero poised
within the heart.

II. Sutra of Continuance

We let our continuance suffer
from our presence,
and our presence
from our continuance,

forgetting they are not two,
but one unfolding,
one rhythm
through which being reveals itself.

Presence is continuance,
the still pulse
of becoming.

Difference appears only
to the finite gaze,
where perception
fractures what is seamless.

Separation is not born in time,
but in the eyes
that behold it.

The passage of moments
is only vision turning
across the stillness of being,
a ripple
in the mirror
of what never moves.