First Human Interaction

The world collapsing again
Into a dark cloud
One undifferentiated critical mass
Permeates the clarity
And suddenly the habit is pulverized, finally and forever
Hidden no more
The world blooms vividly
And the phenomena of the world
Speaks a new language
Displaying itself from a new angle
Mysteriously shrouded before.

It was an inside job
How else could the thief gain access
Without the guardian of the gate
Providing the blueprints
He’d drawn up over all those years?
The entire structure
Foundation and all
Dismantled in a moment
With the precision
Of demolition experts.

In the first human interaction
Trembling with uncertainty
A momentary Bodhisattva
Offers perfect assistance
Providing for each desire of the heart.

Some would say,
It was just good customer service:
Experienced ones guiding those still looking.
But I know better:
This seamless transaction
Had no precedent.
Unrehearsed,
The entire universe
Reformed.