The Spectrum Picture
An acorn drops. It sinks right through the pool.
No meaning is ascribed to this. Perhaps
A ripple lasts a while across the cool,
Clear water. No dimensions echo, lapse
Or send out messages. That’s it. That’s all.
Not any ramifying outcome settles through
The scene. It’s one small moment in the fall.
Above the red orange mountain is the blue
October sky. Again no doctrine spreads.
It’s only nature, orange and red, high, clear.
No clarion compassion wobbles, spreads
Across the cosmos; only stillness here.
The universe just is. Unchanging change —
That sums it up. There’s no wide spirit, strange.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2024 | PH |