Poem

In the ocean of this cave, there is a penetrating nothingness-
black, cloaked in the invisible silence.
It reverberates the primordial sound that began life,
the deep vibration of creation.
In the ocean of this cave, there is an absence of knowing-
golden white rays, the ceiling of a visible orgasm.
It radiates the tapestry of this web of life
and pauses within the evolution that requires death.