Geometric perfection

From Nothing to Nothing,
Life is unfolding
no purpose
no reason
no plans or decisions,
the Dance Keeps on beating
its rythmn through the forms
all danced by the One
until they will be no more.
But what the ego calls death
is just another action
of Life, of Leela, the game of reflections
fragmented in a billion
of different me's
the Mind Keeps on morphing
in its spectacular scene
of colors and forms
all watched by the I
the same for all bodies
until the under standing is ripe
for seeing that All is One
and One is me
the Zero, the background
always untouched and pristine
Or flash in Eternity
in a geometric perfection
Life can dissolve
in a Heatbeat, in each millisecond.

Shakti