This poem is about awakening and nonsense.

A droplet of darkness
Out of which came no less
The entire fabric of existence
All points and their persistence

Stop on your tracks now
And ask the question how
To the ten directions scatter
Does it even matter?

All worlds, both micro- and macroscopic
Settle for any particular and become myopic
I talk as if it wasn’t pure nonsense
And yet, there is an essence

To what I say, so give way
Do not take it for granted
The seed that was planted
In every mind, every soul

Look now, and see
Wither or wait to be free
There is no solace, no redemption
So make the one final exception

And become what you truly are.