Into the Dazzling Void

This passage is from Allen Ginsberg's 1973 poem, "Returning to the Country for a Brief Visit."

Old-one the dog stretches stiff-legged,
Soon he’ll be underground.  Spring’s first fat bee
Buzzes yellow over new grass and dead leaves.
What’s this little brown insect walking zigzag
Over the sunny white page of Su Tung-P'O's poem?
Fly away, tiny mite, even your life is tender -
I lift the book and blow you into the dazzling void.

Look "inward" as far as you can with the most spectacular microscopes. Look "outward" with the most stupendous telescopes. Ultimately all you find is an Infinite Void in which we are miraculously and paradoxically manifested. Many call this Void the Ground of Being. We are so much more complex than the "tiny mite," yet our relationship to the Void is equally improbable and glorious.