Fleeting thoughts

O to lose it all
The name, the face
The figure, the form
And the excess baggage:
The tags that cling
And the fame they bring;

To blend into space
To merge and fuse
And become one with the ether
Colorless, formless
Impossible to tag
No endless details
No substance, nor bulk.

O to become
The whoosh of the wind
The wag of a tail
The grin on the face
The tang of the lime
The texture of grime
The rustle of leaves
The greenness of grass
The meow of a cat
The whiteness of milk
The gurgle of water
The fragrance of the earth
The froth of the wave
The flicker of a wick
The sparkle of diamond
The glint of gold
The batting of an eyelid
The pursing of a lip
The warmth of the sun
The feeling of fun

To be there and not there
Nowhere and anywhere
To be sought and found
To be found and lost
Known and unknown
Loved and unloved
Nothing and everything
A vision, a whiff
A sound, a smell
A feeling indescribable
A something unknowable

No self, no other
No beginning, nor end
Just a being in everything
In the here and now.