Indra’s Net

Golden eras

undefeated

turn to snow

withered away

what was, is no more

Compress, everything exists @ once

Expand, you see the mechanics

So that we may exist + perceive

Everything - connected

He didn't fall like me

I let love transform me

But earlier, I couldnt

Later, he does

We see fragments of stories

Neither empty

nor complete

nor both