Ink Rock


The universe opens up inside a stone
Painted into every existence
Myriad fissures never closing
Cross-spars standing tall as mountains
Deep caves hiding silent immortals

Their chariots green circular islands
Freely roaming across all the skies
Stopping to rest at clouds of white jade

When you eye this rock
You see lands no mortal may enter
Built of dreams and hopes
Now long fled from this poor earth

Some come to view the rock’s endless colors
A few to sail its broad blue oceans
Others visit lives they once led
Trying to steal an instant of happiness

Yet most wish only to look
To see our world through its spirit windows
Not as we think but as it is

Solid ground beneath your feet?
Already the floor dissolves
Beneath you endless emptiness
Dare you walk to the other side?

Perhaps some day we will meet again