perhaps when the matter of my living body dis-coheres in the fire, undoing my creation in my cremation... perhaps there will remain a finger, a toe or a tooth, a universe in a grain of sand, a link in the causal chain unbroken, a remaining remnant, a relic. do not revere it. no relic is there. do not tote it back with you, carrying it back into the city on the back of an elephant accompanied by celebration. this multiverse invites new creation of new verses, universes, sarva stotra, verse after verse, sarva shastra.

let go. let me go.

or go with me.

come. come with me.

come in.

or go.

if you hear me clearly, i invite

invite you in.

or out.

being

as happens when senses still.

form, vision, feeling sound,

subtle, sacred, awakening in our sleep,

and vigilance only serves darkness.

alone

we are not.

language in noise,

voice in silence,

meaning random,

release control you never held

to the realm

you will not to hold.

learning ,

ignore this,

learning
in loss.

some are given,

not that

i am.

i am
work
no profit
no repeat.

no.