Deeply breathing,
Earthy feeling,
Seeping,
Into my bones.
I groan.
As I dissolve,
Into the infinite flow.

Flowers blooming,
Backwards curling,
Curving,
Growing,
Pushing,
Birthing,
Endless movement,
Coming closer,
Forever closer.
Forever nowhere.

A small soft smoke around it like a whisper,
Curling and swirling,
Changing and forming,
Inside and outside and something again,
A floating flowing,
An endless knowing,
Forever in the falling mists of when.
And although we may glimpse it,
It will be forgotten again.
But still we chase it forever.

When a poet is flowing,
You know that you're going,
On an adventure through space and time,
Words and rhyme,
Exercise your mind,
And find the time,
To be who you want to be,
See what you want to see,
The separation between you and me,
Our physical reality,
Is an illusion,
Don't be confusing,
The life that you're choosing,
With life that you're losing,
We are growing, maturing,
Fruit bearing and calling,
You to join us,
And enjoy this,
The reason you're here for.

Darwin was wrong,
Only the masculine side of the story was sung,
And it's taking too long,
For our science to recognize,
The pattern behind their eyes,
It's all the same.

The games we play,
To try to escape,
Consensus reality,
Survival of the fittest fallacy,
Competivity and jealousy,
Pushing us forward,
Eating, depleting,
That's all there is for us,
Anxiety disorders.

But there's a transition,
When resources are scarce,
To cooperation,
Cheaper to feed your enemy than to fight it,
It's in evolution,
It's called mutual benefit,
The bacteria in your gut are living it.

Interconnectedness,
Interdependence,
It's no revelation,
That without our relations,
We are nothing.

We are the tips of the tendrils of the void,
Growing and branching with each quantum collapse of the conscious moment,
Interacting in an infinitely complex entangled network.

A symphony of strings.

The mother of all organisms.