There, among the canals, every twist and turn Leads to the unexpected, yet another splendour, Riot of decadence, symbolic decay, hinting at danger; Look upward though at the sun illuminating the water Flowing past the grandeur hidden in vaults Towards the ever present Island of the Dead, Flooding the damned Cities of the Plain Further still rushing beyond the Pure Land To cascade inexorably onto the Other Shore. Here, in this place's essence of impermanence, I taste eternity.
In the primal chaos
Before
Time and things
A split second
Of stillness
Silence
Condensing into a point
Almost disappearing
Smaller than a drifting speck
Of dust
Yet somehow vaster
Than all dimensions
Rushing to fill
The remaining real estate
This is the one
The way
Tao
This is the only
All opposites reconciled
All contradictions resolved
A magistry beyond measure
The integral harmony
Unity in its perfection
Desired multiplicity
Engendering the two
Who fought and loved
Birthing the three
That emanated
All the myriad things
Beneath Heaven
A floating world
Of impermanence
Fleeting phantasies
Transitory thoughts
Nothing so-of-itself
Yet longing for ideal
A oneness yet undivided
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