There is only one
light passing through two,
interfering with itself
to paint a pattern
on the screen of you.
Gradually the gaps grow
smaller, the path narrows,
the ignited beam is fine-
tuned to just a single point
swimming in emptiness,
still somehow seeking
every possible way
to wave at being.
Until the slits slam shut
and all is utter darkness,
reality no longer
screened by your illusion so
that there is,
simultaneously,
total illumination as this
beam tunnels back, bearing
a timeless script which sings
sacred Oneness.