Mandala and medicine wheel,
the sun in the machine.

They saw moreover that the whole physical world was in motion, with nothing coming true from its continuous transformation, and they decided that nothing at all could be truthfully said about something that was always and everywhere changing.

I was in an apartment collaged from many in which I had lived. At the door was a brown-skinned man with obsidian eyes, wearing a parka and hood. He tried to push past me; I pushed back.

I awoke thinking: "Is he my High Steppes Asian ancestors' genes colliding with modernity in my dreams?"

Within the glyph is th poet's native tongue:

these things / which don't carry their end any further than / their reality in / themselves.

One physicist was moved to say, "Maybe we got something about the whole picture, the big picture, totally, totally, totally wrong."