When a door opens
There was never an obstruction
In the first place:
Once something has been seen through,
It was never there
Things are in constant motion,
The world will never sit still,
Without a past and without a future
It will just appear
And then be gone
So it appears there are no causes
And therefore no effects
The various identities
All emanate from their centre
One point that never moves
And all the movement
Embodies the stillness
This is why every development
Seems a home-coming
To what always was
FURTHER READING
The young blackbird
Dream of...
I remember...
Who knows where my feet are wandering