Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Form and formless

The curtain has closed, virtually impossible to part

Between the form and the formless, one’s like the cloud

The other the sky, intimately related like canvas and ink

Form expresses beauty that the formless is

Before our form came into being, were we the formless?

We’re headed back, but to where? That secret will never be shared

By the formless, lest we stop enjoying the form, craving the other

The revealed must be cherished while searching for the hidden

They may end up being part of the same, like the front and back

Of one’s hand, both cannot be seen, at the same time

The form has hands which can help, more useful

Than seeking, from an invisible hand of the formless