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What lies at the end of knowing?
After pulling back the layers...
The layers and layers
Chasing after this retreating question
Deeper and deeper into the abyss
Within the mind, a vortex
Where even light is darkness
Where there is nothing but nothing
A nothing that absorbs everything
Yet reflects back nothing
What lies there in this place
Where even "me" and "I" have no meaning?
Is there anything at the core?
Or does nothing lie at the end of knowing?
Who knows? But the sky is very blue!
I try to wake up
But I am locked
In the dream
I have no whisk-bearer
To offer wisdom, and
To guide my path
So, many times, humbly,
I offer my back
To the kyosaku
Of the world
But I am still not
Nonetheless, I continue
Doing its best
All too apparent
Nothing ahead but darkness
With my headlights -- already
On high-beam -- probing, probing
My car bulleting into the dark
Fully confident of the road
Continuing on ahead -
At least as far as the headlights
Can reach, anyway...
Moving, yet steady guide markers
Pointing the way, a tunnel through the void
The car's ride smooth
Leather seats, cushions, and springs
Soaking up any small bumps
The wind whistling past the windshield
The low hum and slight vibration
Of the big engine reassuring
An occasional bug splattering on the glass
The surrounding landscape invisible
But felt and sensed, nonetheless
The miles sliding by
The minutes, then hours, left behind
Road signs and the occasional billboard
Picked up by the headlights
Then quickly left behind, flashing past
After a while, it seems like the road
Is all there is and all that ever was
My destination seems unimportant
The journey all there is, never ending
As I plummet into darkness