No ground.
Endless universes spin into being at a thought and vanish.
What? Where? Who?
Nothing. Nowhere. No one.
When?
Now.
Why?
No reason.
Love only.

What the hell?
No hell, no heaven.
No place to stand.
No place, no standing.

The eyes go warm
As I try to allow nothingness.
The cat looks inquiringly.
What are you doing?
Nothing.

Being present in the room.
Or is the room present in me?

The mind that doesn’t exist shuts it down and goes back to smaller dreams.
Petrified of endless, overwhelming, glorious existence and
Unable to resist its gentle, piercing love call,
I answer as I can.