when is the right place                                              where to awake among which places
when to choose the right moment                          where to live in which moments
when either logos or pathos                                 where whiles are meta-cognition
when more days die elsewhere                          where we meet the great beyond

Nature is our body 
The math supernaturally flows 
from fractions of forever to Here

Interconnected webs to a unimodal 
Vision within each of our minds,  
Our reality is embedded in numbers 

For every wave rising, a trough forms,
 for every mountain crashing, a valley blooms, one bud 
visited by the interstellar insects, while another, gives its life

All of us, a buddha and a bodhisattva,
a child is the master of reality until they forget
nothing should make sense, unless they believe it to

A Taoist hears its intervals, maroon monsoons,
Beethoven’s symphony of victorious emptiness,
Our silence, and I continue dancing alone in my 

sleeping chamber, at the bottom of an ocean,
beside other stars in space which are
always guiding me in darkness, pitiful as I am,

they speak without saying a word, and I feel their
Presence in the structure of
all conversions of light’s poetry and imagination

when does the meaning fade                                                where are you going?
when is it time to recall again                                           where have you gone?
when is it happening to you                                            where am I going?
when soon will home be you                                        where have I have gone?

either I was not, or I was; when I am not, I will care not [1]

[1] Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo --Epicurean phrase: “I was not; I was; I am not; I do not care”