The structure of existence

Existence hovers
in static light,
here, always,

I run
through its crystalline structure;
It sits watching
with infinite eyes.

Existence throbs
In the invisible quantum depths
of my mind, heart and soul;
I walk,
oblivious of its grip on me.

An unmoving arrow shoots
through subject and object,
space and time,
pleasure and pain,
lover and beloved,
connecting it all
into a dimensionless palace.

Existence doesn't want,
nor strive, nor need,
but dance it does
in motionless majesty.

Time is its cloak,
space its threaded carpet,
Death the trick it plays
on its subjects.

In the shallows of being,
the world reposes,
dumb to the whisper
She blows into our ears.

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