Foam on the Waves

Foam on the waves

Bubbles of busyness.

But beware!

You stand before an angel

Or a diaphanous demon.

Making us healers

Or killers.

Thoughts are radiant ions

Dualistic shuttles

Weaving illusion

Out of pure light

Arising from nothing

Returning to nothing

And in between

Signifying the world.

So raid the unknown

Love the womb

Not just the baby

And let the power of nothing

Reveal everything.