The Space between

I adore the ancient eastern metaphor of the master butcher

that cut up an oxen for the emperor

stating that he cut up hundreds of animals before

with the same knife without ever sharpening it

cause: he knows how to guide it through the even tiniest space

that there is between all matter

And I love to imagine that ever sharp knife

reflecting in movement

like the undisturbed eternal light

shining in the moment-less moment between two breaths

the moment-less moment between two heart-beats

as it is said

cutting through the illusion of solidified reality

And wouldn't it be a great image too

to see that little space

that there is between the me and you

be cut through by an ever sharp knife

not to efface it

but to illuminate it without pain?