Vastness

 Vastness, in the Mahayana, is talked about, like, big,

bigger, biggest, endless in the ten directions…the Big

Bang was just a blip in how vast it was, a mere hiccup

in spacetime, and the description is repeated and 

embellished in phrases and paragraphs for pages until,

literarily, at least, you begin to grok the meaning of vast,

which is pretty close for words to come to an objective

correlative (look it up I paid for school). 

It’s like, where do the words I’m writing come from,

and how can I somehow, not always repeat myself, as if

my head has enough blocks in it to make things always

newly configured if maybe even still basically the same.

Even our big heads have a limited number of blocks, 

which, in something as small as an ocean would get lost,

let alone the universe, which only part of vastness, So, in

the spirit of Mahayana, I’ll say the vastness is really, really,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,

really, really, just plain f*ing endless.  Got me?

And, in terms of the mind itself, if you don’t think vastness

is a word that can be used to describe a quality of mind, just

look how many books are in all the libraries of the world. 

Ahem. Amen. Om. 

“What syllable do you seek, Vocalissimus, 

in the distances of sleep?

Speak it!”       Wallace Stevens