Boundless 無邊

Spiraling for
Thousands of eons
Among the starry skies and
Along the stony spines of
Mountains moving
Down through hidden valleys
Shaping misty spaces where
Mysteries dwell
That will tell
With whispers
Certain truths that
Mortals dare not hear
Nor even care for
Yet ever crave for with
Hunger hidden to
Themselves
Because it is our
Selves we wish
So very much
To touch
To know
To feel
To find
In the of broken promises of
Things
In the warm bodies of
Others
In the blind hopes of
Future
Plans
Places
People
When it is
In the expiring breath of
Presence
In the resounding silence of
Nature
In the thundering stillness of
Soul
That our hearts
Hear and beat
And pulse and
Push and pull
And fill then
Feel the
Real
That all ancient
Ones of the
Two divisions
Four dimensions
Eight directions
Wise within their
Wild ways have
Through each mythic story
Through every mystic text
Shown us the unknown
Found in the boundless
Center

— Paul Chengpo Wang 王正博 (In three year memoriam of Richard Tehfu Tan 譚特夫號無邊)