How to measure the immeasurable…

That which has no form, volume, sound,

That which will not hold still, as we may,

Legs splayed, arms up, for the tailor and his tape…

How we of this manifested, seek to claim, pigeonhole, simplify with our labels,

That which is of the higher, the unmanifested?

Beyond our scrutiny, our sciences,

Beyond our such overrated ingenuity.

Breakthrough after meaningless breakthrough,

Technology is.

Yet the simplest of nature’s essences, unrelenting force most humble,

Simply passes us by…

Are we the patient ones?

Waiting seated, fidgeting, for a bus or train a few paltry minutes late?

Does our waiting wear down the mountains,

Or carve the paths of rivers wild?

Wishful thinking, deluded at best.

Go then through the motions, of conquering and reshaping the perception-based reality,

Ignorant, to your detriment,

Of that which conquers and reshapes reality itself.