At every point,
In spacetime,
The dance of energy,
Is and isn’t,
It’s a great mystery,
The binary dance,
Seems to have shaped computers,
One is presence,
It’s the being,
It’s light,
Zero is absence,
It’s nonbeing,
It’s darkness,
Their switching and replacing,
Each other is swift dance of some energy,
Which is constantly moving,
And making spacetime contract,
Unto itself,
To search for a source which causes,
This dance,
Is impossible,
It’s its own source,
To ask : why it’s this way and not that way
Is to merely puzzle yourself with a mystery which energizes senses,
The only answer seems to be:
It’s so.
It’s suchness of existence.
It’s play of darkness and light.
It’s infinite,
It’s beyond mind,
It’s beautiful because it’s blissful,
Its effect is bliss,
It’s infinite energy.
Since it makes doubts disappear,
The conclusion that it must be knowledge because only knowledge has the power to remove doubts,
All doubts spring from lack,
From a longing for bliss,
This is bliss,
This is undivided experience,
The whole of bliss.