“I have spiritual food together with your food.”

A soft wing slaps my eyes.
I fall through the three worlds
And land somewhere in between or around.
My body tastes salty to me.
From where will my energy come today;
From above or below; both or neither?
I eat myself along with the other rubble of space-time.
Who slapped my eyes?
THAT was NOT I?
I eat me and am eaten by me
Until there is no ME left.

Then, flying happens;
No thinking; no being.
Therefore, maybe becoming happens,
And moving like flying;
Flying along a warm spot on the inside of an elbow;
Flying around photon-electron exchanges.
Sometimes help is needed not to fly.

You help.
You’re mixed just like me,
But I SEE earth.
I know the invisible part of you also.
Mine is the same.
You know the invisible part of me also,
But you SEE earth.
I’m mixed just like you.
I help.

Sometimes help is needed not to fly;
Flying around photon-electron exchanges;
Flying along a warm spot on the inside of an elbow,
And moving like flying.
Therefore, maybe becoming happens;
No thinking; no being.
Then, flying happens

Until there is no YOU left.
You eat you and are eaten by you.
THAT was NOT YOU.
Who slapped your eyes?
You eat yourself along with the other rubble of space-time;
From above or below; both or neither.
From where will your energy come today?
Your body tastes salty to you
And lands someplace in between or around.
You fall through the three worlds.
A soft wing slaps your eyes.