contemplation sarpedon The state of emptiness When all the world comes into focus Like the iris of the camera It takes deep concentration, And a longer exposure to the world That with a narrow view All can be seen simultaneously Perhaps getting pinned into a small area By whim and circumstance of outside influences Causes that inward movement, so that All light but the smallest sliver Becomes invisible to the eye At the darkest hour: All comes into focus. 020116 what's it to you? who go blather from