Koan

Time’s long gone, now, scattered through future-past
draining into void as if stretched shadows cast,
out of the blue, checkpoints which never may last
until the I witnesses in-sync three blinks fast.

Heaven on shoulders through commitment and choice,
bolder-heavy, bathing flesh in healing voice-
Through the Holy Spirit, change through strain to poise
one last breath, one last word – a harmonic noise.

Sown into earth, one sky above and below
seeds the triad holy into every row,
rooting birth into death and alike anew;
Thy echo is the silence realities chew.