Foam on the waves
Bubbles of busyness.
But beware!
You stand before an angel
Or a diaphanous demon.
Making us healers
Or killers.
Thoughts are radiant ions
Dualistic shuttles
Weaving illusion
Out of pure light
Arising from nothing
Returning to nothing
And in between
Signifying the world.
So raid the unknown
Love the womb
Not just the baby
And let the power of nothing
Reveal everything.