Cutting Off the Branch

i want Truth

Oh no you don't--
that's like cutting off the branch you're sitting on,
stomping on the inside
of the glass bubble we call Reality. It pops
(the bubble of your skull)

and you are immersed in a boundless sea
immaculate depth, without ripples.
The ocean of the formless
beyond the created world.
The sky untracked by human eyes.

You fall like a meteor, a suicide
trailing fragments of your bubble!
You rise like a diver who's lost his belt
with radiance exploding
in every vein of your body!

But all this tumult of images
is just the swirl of plastic flakes inside a glass ball.
You can shake it all you want
but if you want Truth

--smash it.

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