A Tao of You

Wu is not the ground of you.
You do not result from wu.
Wu is just in love with you,
After wu’s fashion.

Wu pulls with great attraction,
Pulls ten thousand things
Out of you, a universe

Of waves, bursts, collapses, light,
Darkness, that which is
Too massive to see,
That which is almost vacuum

But not quite, that which
Bends for stars to generate
Living and dying and such,

You, in other words,
In other words, nothing much.