If sparks and ash spewed thump-thump
From the unevenly achieved moksha forth from
The inescapable load in my neighbor’s washer,
Brahman is the sound:
Sound is the energy
And while remaining part of the mixed energy,
Cannot be created or whole.
Moksha is the distant thump destroyed.
Sparks and ash do not stay,
And even overly broad
The universe would be suspended.
Mechanisms that control the grinding wheel
And inspire music in my mind,
Destroyed only to be created.
The universe would break down.
Released by moksha.