.
I
grasp
the holographic model
with
her quantum physique
left
with handfuls of sky
teases
my probing
yang.
Her
seductive implications
flirt
with my analytical mind
she
plays hard to get
like
ether mist...
frequently
vibrating
no
place and everywhere.
Can't
put a finger on her or
contain
her with formulas
and
theories...
I
gaze into the depth of sky
and
scratch my head
where
I've scratched it
a
thousand times before...
Her power
rivers through
every
universe of time,
of mind,
of us
yet
is elusive to the eye
that
looks for it.
With
our own two eyes
the
shadow of power
is all
that we can ever see
or measure.
I could
consult the scientist
from
the spectrum of fields
the
guru or saint...
but the
pure essence of power...
this
no ego can ever know.