Nang Nak

Last night I watched the movie “Nang Nak”; the hero returns home after a war, lives with the ghosts of his wife and child, unaware they had perished while he was afar. And then, when I turned around, I saw only ghosts abound, non-real beings, planets, stars, all that my universe bore, and, at last, my body and thoughts, dancing apparitions in swirls, frenzied dervishes in whirls. I prayed at the feet of the Buddha, bewildered by spectral samsara. Did He smile at last or a non-real thought that was? Or does it matter at all? That I know is proof after all That I exist to validate real, unreal, non-real, like a glow that reveals, self-iridescence concealed. And here I lie now erased of a body, mind and the seen, a void that has everything sans forms and names, and yet the fullest thing, the Buddha in everything.