Travelling on the tip of a light ray,
one experiences no time
and, somewhat stranger, no space.

Between source and destination
there is nothing,
though there does appear to be
an order of existence
once there are many light rays
going here and there and everywhere.

No time, no space,
yet the seed for such is carried
by every ray and realised in interaction.

Surely in this is a sign
for one who reflects.

The great web arises,
each ray an attribute,
all invitations to the essence
you already are:

emptiness formed, forming emptiness
with love.