When we disregard what’s intangible –
Impossible to grasp
Our minds get in a tangle
Trying to get a grip
On what they cannot see
The holey wood within the vibrant trees
The simplicity beneath the surface
That brings to life its branches
In complicated forms
That seem to place in empty background
The space that’s been there all along
The ever-present silent stillness without friction
That calls into a spin
Around its hollow centres of no pressure
Both deep inside and far away
Infinite, intangible
Beyond the measure of material form
So, when you’re caught up in the branches
Or tangled up in webs
Bemused by complications
Don’t tie your self in knots
Trying to trace all their connections
And mystifying loops
From here to deep and wide
Just pause and look inside
To find what dwells within
That calls into a spin
Without making any din
And find your Self in Peace
The Love of Life Itself
The simple truth behind the complex scenes
Disentangled