Dark rocky cliffs rise abruptly up
to block a starry night sky.
They feel immense seen from the base.
A tall waterfall heaves violently
over the edge in the high distance.
There is no path forward.

In a perfect world I could take my cursor
and stretch the image out far to the right.
Suddenly the ground would smooth before me.
Scree become a gentle valley
where children lie sleeping in safe beds.
The cliffs recede to low, rounded swells,
and the waterfall is a distant river
waiting to be crossed.

In Indra’s net there is no reality,
only a point of view.