Silent before a white clear space

Silent before a white clear space
Everything there, out of sight
Movement comes from deep inside

The pendulum comes to rest
Swinging never made much sense
To degrees all’s the center
That radiates oneness

Both sides of a spinning coin
Valued equally, seen at once
Flip it up and it lands
Upright in your open hands

Silence somehow does describe
A black night sky; a perfect frame

Let it be without a name
In the presence of beauty

Time and space fallen far away
Into an abstract reality

Whole is whole, parts contained
In a world enjoyed more fully than before