first psalm of aum dada: fireworks snaking

from pure awareness, seed
of absolutely nothing, not
even nothing, unthinkable,
untouched by mind, like dreamless
void of undivided insubstantial
deep dark mother sleep—
the shimmering of consciousness
explodes in light and luminescent
filament, where in its time-space
mind interprets all this superstring
as ordinary brilliant fireworks snaking
through the independence night of beach
sand radiating back toward cooler
level-headed surface temperatures in waves
invisible and never-ending next
to girlfriend, boyfriend mother,
father, husband, wife, or children,
strangers, no one, shadows,
beach grass, scrub pines,
phantom horror stories told beyond
the ring of bonfire, fear,
and yesterday, tomorrow, love and death
and taxes paid on some enchanted
island far away where later one
can just forget it all and think
of absolutely nothing.