Do dying stars still play?
is a black hole the universe’s
giggle with farts at her other end?
are planets gamboling a new ball game?

does the grass frolic in the wind?
do grains of sand?
is microscopic pond life noodling with drops?

play
is moving spaces in-between the unaware
not locked down in time, as play on one ground
it is physics and mathematics yet unmeasured
yet beyond, let through and jet around the defined and numbered
it is the cusp, liminalities in flux, play is the Way
in-between matter and what does not

the humane as play with shared distinctiveness
prancing around a pedestal for idiosyncrasy alone
an embrace of the overwhelming and the unknown
the uncontrolled in flow, relationally played

Play is seriousness
breathing out
unspoken: it’s all ok, human, it’s all ok

                                —animasuri’23
                                        Beijing