First Cause

Full moon over Mount Shasta, California.

All things born of causes end when causes run out;
but causes, what are they born of?
That very first cause – where did it come from?
At this point words fail me, workings of my mind go dead.

Master Ryokan

The rest of the poem to follow tomorrow, hopefully

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