A new beginning

whenever nothing changes

only “nothing” changes

and around me

the world is a blur of possibilities



impossible realities

teeming without being

bleeding into other colors

creating spectrums of watercolors melding



I am seated in the eye

unmoving, but

subsuming all



A solitary moon, in bloom

a copacetic collective tomb

an actualized reflection

of the Sun’s eternal truth



Who gazes upon a raptured earth

which whips around its center

never spectered, it is

the very essence of presence

the substance of birth

the metaphor of real things



Imaginary musings
excusing transience

mentality a sense, a lens

a consumption of cosmic

resurgent worth



I am bestowed,

to You, 

forever, immortal You
The All-becoming thing

I give of myself

becoming seen