Twinkling

Indra's net, diamonds of the images they reflect

Movement cut through with stillness

Partial, image closes to itself

Time leaps up to fill the space

Sits in its own reflection, a twinkle in the diamonds

Reflected in partial's eye it calls

Hearing, partial folds and widens

Like time, in its own reflection

Lost it seeks the diamond

First through its own folds, then other's

It craves the field between folds

Meeting it becomes less and more

Reflected in other it widens

But time's eternal call sits in its eye twinkling in the diamonds