Drifting inside God’s vast, blue bloodstream,
Goodnight to thee, anthropocentrism—
Mitochondria choke-drown
in error’s blank stardust.
I am taking root now,
pressed between the Earth’s ragged furrows
and the warm, breathing sky.
From fountains of sweetest oud,
I rise, glistening green,
bathed in a warmth alive,
an ****** pulse of the older memory.
In it, the eye of the blind Beholder spies
seeds of a forgotten dream—
germinating,
dipping fingers into the river named
time.
Out of it,
a silent roar blooms:
a thousand aromatic oceans,
buds splitting into lavender pagodas,
trumpets framed in soft, sweet musk.
Rapture.
Sage, broad and leathery as an elephant’s ears,
curtains cascades of orange-blossom snow
that cool my sweat-drenched brow.
Tangled together,
wild ivy tendrils pull us under,
drawing heartstrings beneath
rosewater pools.
Breathless, we float,
ensconced in a crystalline
life-dream:
each moment’s petal
drooping lazily over the next.
Primordial whispering—wordless,
voice hums through roots and bones,
lifting, sinking,
settling into
soil shadows’ laughter,
older than light.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
Drifting inside God’s vast, blue bloodstream,
Goodnight to thee, anthropocentrism—
Mitochondria choke-drown
in error’s blank stardust.
I am taking root now,
pressed between the Earth’s ragged furrows
and the warm, breathing sky.
From fountains of sweetest oud,
I rise, glistening green,
bathed in a warmth alive,
an ****** pulse of the older memory.
In it, the eye of the blind Beholder spies
seeds of a forgotten dream—
germinating,
dipping fingers into the river named
time.
Out of it,
a silent roar blooms:
a thousand aromatic oceans,
buds splitting into lavender pagodas,
trumpets framed in soft, sweet musk.
Rapture.
Sage, broad and leathery as an elephant’s ears,
curtains cascades of orange-blossom snow
that cool my sweat-drenched brow.
Tangled together,
wild ivy tendrils pull us under,
drawing heartstrings beneath
rosewater pools.
Breathless, we float,
ensconced in a crystalline
life-dream:
each moment’s petal
drooping lazily over the next.
Primordial whispering—wordless,
voice hums through roots and bones,
lifting, sinking,
settling into
soil shadows’ laughter,
older than light.