white space,
where readers’ eyes go to
rewrite stories
when thoughts cease,
senseless pictures form;
minds abhor stillness
Plato’s pupil knew:
“nature abhors a vacuum,”
if not much else
the fog wall,
flush with the land’s end,
invites guesses
endless dunes,
stretching far as eyes can see
yet never the same
Tiger Riding for Beginners 
You’re a little hard on Aristotle there, Bernie Gourley. Of course, dismissal of the dialectic makes sense in a Zen context.
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Fair enough.
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Not much to say, you wrote everything already 😉
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Good one…
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