being no one at a meditation talk

these sparks
are what it's all
about
i think

the reason to have
abandoned all
the onion's
layers

these sparks
new people
seeing different worlds
better worlds, and
just,
listening

neurons
spark
circuits re-start

this pool,
black with its
depth,
of mindfulness

every word,
cupped with love
and kindness

but also

smiling

at how
impermanent

even
this is

and being kind

to

myself

and then

everything.

satellites

globes
of tungsten
orbit
their bellies full,
in silence they revolve
the bridge is solemn,
the water a
dark night below
the sky

the spheres are universes
of memories
of dreams that i am
awake to only
now
too
late

the cave
envelops -
lightless -
the world
sleeps




and i continue,
creeping,
unslept