I have returned home from my short trip across the Puget Sound to hear my coworker's poem set to music...as expected, Rojoo's work was the best piece I heard at the event...unbiased opinion, of course! I asked if he would mind if I posted his poem here on "CHEESE" and he gave me the thumbs up...it is unfortunate I don't have the chorale arrangement and music to play with it:

Water's face broken
into scales of a fish.

Log stands up straight
in raft of debris,
bobs in foam
backwash of the tide.

Clouds descend,
wanting to rain.

Now they are.

Nothing is missing.
The fall is in my mind;
resurrection happens -
all the time.

When I realize this, happiness;
when I don't, despair,
or indifference,
as sun breaks through
pale water near the island.

Nothing, nothing,
and more nothing,
Sunyata, the void, rampant
on a field of nothing,
emerging into