mother ocean meets these crumbling shores
she wears land down one pebble each day
the fire of our rocky passion builds anew
bursting forth, hurling tear shaped fire
straight from the belly of desire
destroying all as payment due for progress

a mountain climbs into the wind
running slowly upward for uncountable kalpas
guaranteed to crumble to nothing
when context is struck by cosmic bodies
or worn down by change
ebb and flow of seasons
tension and release of water
every weakness is exposed
coming and going faster than stones can keep up

in nature we see things opposing one another
the first imaginings seem too easy
gain and loss or right and wrong
ever a construct but never an outcome
is it all just a game playing out only in mind
but real or imagined; what is at risk?
surely for and against is a great mistake

object is object because of the subject
subject is subject because of the object
know that the two are originally one emptiness
but hold nothing
for holding is one against one
and existence containing all phenomena
how could difference be named?

all that is here will always be here
as ever it has been for not one
not ten-thousand, not millions, 
but for all kalpas
seen by every eye and all five ways of seeing
ever changing faces, changing names
still the same, still empty of self-existence
there can be no comparing in the realm where delusion is cut off

but grown in number and freedom
fed until knees buckle under fattened bellies and purses
in kingdoms centered by glass castles
people stand divided

one color against another
words are mere ideas
humility begs atonement
and observant silence
no views in hand
only hand in hand

and forgiveness

one viewing the other through a lens of ignorance
the other's contrarian behavior,
like a child, some say
what games play out,
what beings will suffer more
than ones whose minds stop and hold
where physical eyes discern
shadow or light
with or without
fine or coarse
black or white

yet all is.
no thought breathed into the air
can change what simply is
so why make enemy of what appears different,
when without other there is no you
anger does not nurture friendship
and the closer one holds other