This poem has a companion story by the same name that is in progress. The story tells how Life brought me to this.

It is said that, "Within every part
(regardless how small or seemingly insignificant) is contained the whole."
This is fine for philosophic speculation.
Finer still as a point of private meditation.
But should the wayfarer happen upon that Void that is neither
silence nor sound
and trip into that shadowed vortex
that keeps "reality" spinning 'round--
here is the Hologram
tangible to touch;
here is that Dreamer's dream
made manifest;
here is the Word
made flesh;
here is the perpetually perplexing Puzzle-piece fallen into place--
here the Fallen Tree is heard throughout the ear-less forest
as the Voice of Eternity.


To dance with all experience as no more and no less than Complete representation of the authentic Self is to Be the Truth that shall set us Free.