Like beginning again every time light blinks back,

Returning to the start of the next moment starting.

Opening the shutters again and again in a circling cycle,

Then the dark becomes the light and a flip reversal of reality.

The stops are when everything starts and the squealing sights between,

When stillness enters all emotion replacing meaningless movement.

The long times are short because they are full of nothing,

So the short times are endless because they are empty and everything. 

Dissolution brings forth new life from the view of the whole,

The whole walks amidst itself and fills a body of its own.