The Space (pantoum)

We were talking about the space
Between the thought and the deed,
How things slip in without notice
As sand grains drift into a crevice.

Between the thought and the deed,
My hand trembles with expectation,
As sand grains drift into a crevice,
Without volition of their own.

My hand trembles with expectation:
Chaos controls nerves unbidden.
Without volition of their own,
Body parts rise to the occasion.

Chaos controls nerves unbidden:
Vortices and strange attractors.
Body parts rise to the occasion
To fill a welcoming void.

Vortices and strange attractors,
Like Dorothy Gale's house in Kansas,
To fill a welcoming void,
Destroyed in desire's tornado.

Like Dorothy Gale's house in Kansas,
We constantly rebuild the temple
Destroyed in desire's tornado
Until attachment releases us all.

We constantly rebuild the temple --
Returning again and again --
Until attachment releases us all
From hope of escaping return.

Returning again and again,
We were talking about the space
From hope of escaping return.
Space is filled up with silence.

How things slip in without notice!
We are talking about the space.