At each edge of awareness everything resolves into infinitely interconnected packets of energy. Somewhere between quarks and quasars, awareness disengages from the universal life field and makes the unsupportable conclusion the we are apart from and superior to the All Flow. We go to amazing lengths to dam it, and store it, and sell it to our neighbor. This is all vanity and vexations to the soul. The soul is the part of awareness that is still engaged in the Flow and after our sixty or eighty years in struggle against the flow of the vast cosmic truth we can release our claim on one little corner of the third dimension and join, if you will, the part of awareness that sees and approves of the unbreakable connection between the Self and All There Is. Of course this is my personal resonance of taoism. There is an opposing view stating at the moment of death we sink below an event horizon never to be seen nor heard from again. All traces are erased. Every echo silenced. What we are and what we have touched becomes ash and the ash disappeares leaving empty nothingness where the illusion of spendor had us all convinced something was actually out there. This is my vision of zen. Haiku is intimately identified with zen. The closer we come to nothingness the closer we come to the ultimate reality. this is why haiku focuses on such a narrow band of the material plane.It is a door to satori. A chance to “get away from it all” Aha! nothingness! See how beautiful the world would be without the world in the way! The utility of the empty vessel. Yea, well, hooey! Senryu is the yang of haiku yin.
Tweeking star nipples
Make me a constellation
Of your clitoris
Haikudo 