True Zen
The questions are calming,
much to his surprise,
root him into
deep rock foundation
while answers tip in shallows.
He knows there will always be
questions, even while answers
topple.
.
Last night
he imagined a universe
furnished with questions,
where things were
inverted as small sucking
vacuums in a space of
larger, weaker vacuums.
Was this where
he might have come from?
Unknown land,
unconscious world, did dreams
flash in and out there?
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