There is no difference between samsara and nirvana. There is no difference between nirvana and samsara.

Despite the fact that every night, we set the clock to interrupt our beta waves with AM radio waves at a specific minute, the alarm shocks me out of dream. Before we fall asleep, we set the hour we'll awaken, lucid, all-dimensional. Is that what samsara is?


This morning, voices on the air tell me the air is thick with fog, visibility: 1/8th mile.

i walk the usual way (is that what samsara is?) along the Edge. The city is gone. Beyond the overlooks, there is no beyond. The view ends at armslength, in white. Naturally, i'm spellbound. (Is that?)


No cliff, no train tracks, no valley, no river, no bridge.
No city. Even the hawks can't see here.

Vapor gathers in drops on spiders' translucent threads, usually invisible in the sun. Is that what nirvana is: To see the web, its spiral, its gaps?


The Nothing is a relief. i am the happiest i've been in weeks: If i can't see it, and the thick wet air muffles its cry and growl, and flattens its smell to its clear damp scent, then for all i know, there is no city, no basin of ground. For all i know, past the cracking rock platform stretches a blank, primal valley.
Deep.
And wide.
Quiet as a lung.