As it was, as it never was, I threw away my glasses and by a
quirk of fate saw into the patterns that hold us as we are, that
make us what we are, that hold us in and to who we are, that
contain us in our vessels, that contain the vessels. And the
patterns were full of light, and of darkness, the one generating
the other, out of the other: sounds becoming sights and a power
between all things, between all living things, between earth and
plant, plant and human, star and firmament, between energy
and matter, between all that exists, that has ever existed and will
ever exist, though not necessarily in its present form. I saw the
sides of my vision, that I had not seen since I was five and was
five again, and the sight that was, was good. I beheld the world,
and the world, as it was, as it is, was good.
John Yau
TEN SONGS
Trying to find a way to say something that would make it make
its sense
Trying to find a way
to
weigh something that would make its
own lense
Finding it trying to say something they would make a lense of
Finding the saying of something weighing the sense of it trying
Making the trying something that would find its sense
Sensing the making trying to find something it says
Saying the finding is there to find is making it make sense
Making it make sense is finding something to say
Something to say is finding a lense to sense the making
Something making the making something something else
