Nothing exists by itself and things it depends on are transitory
That is why clinging to them is clinging to death.
Death doesn’t exist for life because life alone is.
For being nonbeing are opposite sand,
Particles they are both realities and yet,
Reality is beyond them as their support.
The mirage formed by Earth’s dissolution into Water,
Flip-flop of Shiva-Shakti,
Samadhi samadhans acute void,
Punctures in the fabric of veil.
Taste like delicious nectarine tomato sauce,
Dripping like honeycomb consciousness.