Every moment is full
of information, for you
cannot predict what comes next.

Not even one bit,
if you're really honest.

What spirit, then,
to say yes every time,
yet remain living fluidly
in the selected revelation,
prepared to do the work
when your yes meets
a deeper no,
forget your state and serve
again the blackness
that is womb, soil,
stripping down
to essence, source
of both yes and no,

sight of a choiceless choice,
a perpetual motion
as eternity descends into time,
again and again, full,
loving every moment.