There is only is
And all is this is-ing
Distortion of nothing
And nothing is missing

The this and the that
The there was and will be
Ten thousand cracks
Turn a mirroring sea

On a boat trip from chaos
The One
And the None
Moved to play
Come fading reflections
Rocks, friends and spiders
Floating fellow insiders
To welcome your stay
At the Surf-ace cafe

Each one of them fruit
Grows
Sustains
And decays
A perfect harmonious note
Only echoed in mind
Appears to remain

Keep your hands in the boat!
Let change loose on its way
There is only change
And all is this changing
The rippling surface it glistens
Vibrations arranging
So silence She listens
Ever here, now and unaging

There is only is
And all is this is-ing
Distortion of no-thing
And nothing is missing