Eternal threads
weave the fabric
serrated by
our hapless dance

Quilted patches
coalesce
forming
momentary magnificence

Losing touch with the
Complimentary life
We perpetuate the infinite
Chain of pain
Feeding the machine with
Comforting lies

Doubly bound at birth
We take fake solace in
Futility
Nursing our delusions on the
Cancers of
Self-pity and
Fear

Indiscriminately succumbing to
Our own exaggerations
We never would have guessed
That the way out was
Also the way in

As we began to discover
The path to Truth
The mysterious terrain
Necessitated an
Uncomfortable acceptance of
Our inevitable insecurities
and
In the End
Letting go was not a choice

-- Grinding Gears --
-- Flowing Fountains --
-- Beating Hearts --
-- Deafening Silence --
Ride the wave
As it dips and swells
Each undulation
Sparking spinal charges
Sending signals to
Sensational receptors
and
Flooded with
Information and Energy
they Overflow

Eroding away at
Burms of solidarity
Decimating illusions of
Stagnancy
Perturbing the ache for
Fake consistency

And Walls wilt away
Like petals of a Rose
they expose
the Universal Core
turning in
Changeless self-envelopment

Disjointed flashbacks
and coincidences
--regurgitating, bubbling up
surfacing--
faint aftertaste
lingering then fading

Episodes disentangle and defy
Chronology
Without cause or consequence

They return to me like
Sand to the ocean
--dispersing and settling
dislodging and rearranging--
Separate scenes of specificity
Activated by change circumstance
Stirring sensations once
Lost to the churning tides of
Time and Space

Engaging emotions once forgotten
Now set free by the
Endless eb and flow,
Dissipating

Memories, thoughts, dreams
Rising up from and
Returning to
The Void

Exchanging

Manifesting haphazardly
Ever-awakening
The tapestry of
Experience unfolds
Threads of Time and Space
Unravel
And as the pattern
Recycles
The forms change
but the substance stays
the same

Orange blossom snow
Garnished our crowns
Now and again
With fetal fruits
Descended from
Vibrantly quivering canopy
That verdant galaxy
Studded with snow white stars
A-buzz with swollen satellites
Sagging with sweet nectar
and Golden dust
They orbited Orange globes
In search of
Juicy gems from which to drink ~
Drunk and heavy now,
They swam lazily from
Bloom to bloom
In the viscous afternoon
Coaxing the aged
Spices of the Sun
To dislodge and drift
Slowly to the Earth,
Settling silently in heaps of
Orange blossom snow

Layers engulf and arise
Like a never ending ascending lasagne
Assembled by that unknowable self
And as the strings pull we dance
But the silent Manifestor continues his work
Without breath or form
Penetrating presence
Reflections gone awry
The echo of a silent cry

As for me
Forgotten whispers of a
Brown-eyed hooligan
Penetrating ancestral burial grounds
To the twisted knotty roots of
Redwoods that tickle the
Earth's core

Til glacial groaning
Wakes wind and waves
Til tickled crusts of
Ash and earth
Burped bubbles of biologic froth onto
Forest floors
Fertilizing forth-coming fruits that
Fell once more to the floor
In the motionless dance:
The return to the Source