Monday, December 23, 2024

A Raindrop

 






What is small wherever - ever is?

How is it that the universe Is found when one assumes the infinite

and too, understands the quantum degree that sets the essence of why a single raindrop,

upon a leaf, images of all things knowable and leap in wonder to the unknowable

in reflection of how one leaf is one of many on a branch and that each limb is one of many

upon a single tree – a tree found among multitudes of trees in the woods

and the woods are many places in a forest and the one forest is part of many landscapes

that sits below the mountains of one range and that belt across the highlands

that stand to drain the rain unto the rivers - byway of the endless rills, creeks and streams

that flows across the deltas to find a source. To form a loch; a kettle; a lagoon;

a lake of many bodies of life.  A tree of life that feeds the open land; that sustains

the prairies of grasses and that formed a fjord; an estuary that follows a gravitational course 

to join into a gulf that knows the secrets of the deep seas; immense oceans that hide the

continent’s deepness; that keep hidden the age of this single blue sphere - perceived to be

in solitude; a lone planet amongst the immense space that forms a universal family.

One member planet belonging to the sun’s tree.

A sun of many suns that create a humble galaxy – the Milky Way galaxy found in a family of

a cluster of galaxies.  All accounted for within the infinite tree that is found upon a single

tree of endless trees and all of it rests within a single spark of the unfathomable –


Everything held upon a single leaf - a singularity.

Everything one needs to know begins within a single raindrop.
















Thursday, December 19, 2024

A Moment in Haste

 






 

A Moment in Haste

 

The dormouse came to be

When beguiled by a notion

That what is temporary

Is too, infinite;

And said to the white knight,

“Make no haste

For the labyrinth has no taste”.

 

Impermanence is a canvass

That keeps no secrets

And understands that waste

Is left for the dullards

Who neither believe -

Nor think beyond the grey woods

That they harbor in.

 

Speak to me universe

That I may hear infinity;

That I may understand the end

Of an event horizon

And that I may grasp

The voice of chaos

Explain human pathos.









Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Dreams in Good Form







This shape came upon view

A ship of antiquity

Silent - as a prayer’s felicity.


An object appearing new

Yet, the illusion was untrue

Afloat upon incarnadine sea


As the winds wailed against the lee.

Euripides scripts the tragedies

Telling of skeletons and scree


Of plays in poetry and degree,

Schemas and sense of geometry.

Dreams with vespertilian wings.




The bat in the belfry sings

While Euclid’s hand defines

The conforms and the confines


Where universal lines

Are undistinguished through time

And the good ship hauls away all rhymes.










(image AI-generated)









Monday, December 9, 2024

Beat

 





There is a beat 

And she bares it -

For uneasiness

Is quiet solitary business

For those that dwell

Upon a sword’s fell.

Oh! -so smitten by the cutlass!

It is deadly and deemed godless.


There is a beat

Smoldering within

An unheard fearin’

A stillness that screams

Out for a tone that redeems 

The wild child;

The carefree child;

The frightened beat.


There is a beat

That mimics mother’s voice

And distills sin into choice.

Something so vastly

The macabre is ghastly;

Only the calming reverie

Can quiet what she be -

For she must forbid it.


There is a beat

A relentless beat

That sets the pace

And mellows her face.

You can hear it

You can feel it

The purple haze

Swirls into her craze.


Beat

Beat

Beat

Sweet – 

Yes, sweet

Beat

Beat

Beat…