Chiang Yomei


When light strikes the point of reflection,
everything falls into place:
you and I are no more,
there is only one space,
loose yet confined, empty yet full.

I am that space
as are you.
We are the same event.

we are a trillion particles of goldness
reflecting one another;
shimmering in our nakedness,
meeting and parting,
forever counter-transmuting.