the w/hole sutra

pointing to the point of nonconceptual existence

like a point of pointless black w/hole being

from which the whole conceptual shebang begins.


from this pointless point the world is seen as inside out

with nothing propping up these tents of flesh and bone

but breathing its belief.


the pointless point is like the pinhole point of light

projecting out an incredible world of bright imagination

that imagines it's imagining.


there are no choices in the matter;

one rests in the pointless point of the mother w/hole

or cries out some conditional version of violence.


being is the opening to the w/hole.


the w/hole erupts from time to time in acts of thoughtless love.

every night, you fall back in your w/hole;

so, in the morning, just rise into it.


om. that is the w/hole. this is the w/hole.

from w/hole, the w/hole is manifest:

the w/hole is gathered from the w/hole…


and the w/hole remains.