My cigar smoke rolls into the
tranquil night sky,
tumbling through the constellations,
forming a nebula from my breath.
The glow from the cigar
lights up a little corner of the cosmos,
burning a hole in the universe-
a small escape for my pains,
because sorrow can't float to the stars-
light years away,
like the feeling of spirit,
separated from my celestial body.

In the heart of the cavern, light
that stands ancient behind time, beyond
phenomena, the observer of melodies;
This is where it all began,
those aeons lost when the mollusc
heeded the call to man.

Inward, stalked by worry and loss,
an inversion of the lines of time:
beyond the zero point of recollection,
where zoom microcosms of possibilities
a realm not realm, but like that
an existence beyond existence.

Here, arose an affliction, in
curled expanses that exist as some among
an infinitude of potentials,
worldlines, some dark and featureless,
others growing and meaningless
and some like here where sentient,

observatory, a shadow grows around
the probing ray of infant awareness.

and so the ascent, from light to light
through alleys of darkness. Vast,
the beginnings and interludes
between phantasmagoria; What
accedes of in slumber, the knowledge
of things and nothings.

And up even until the day when
the babe says 'mine'.

speaking
we give voice
to our lives
blend our voices
with millions of others

do we create a sound
in the universe?

do we get across
one single word
that signifies
happiness
    the terror of the soul
       a brilliant concept?

or is it just noise
we produce

stellar statics that
scholars in another world
spend their lives
to fill
with meaning?

             * *

Mother Nature spilled the night's sable ink
across my lovers hair,
matching it to heavens dark arch
above.
So as to not waste such wonderful
beauty born of accident,
stars were sprinkled into her eyes,
and the cosmos fit into her spirit.

No cosmos nor atom is infinite,
so we are told all ends.
Yet the spirit within  you,
is the infinite within the finite.
You are a universe never ending,
expanding forever inwards,
as space rushes the other way.

I have one question.
Are you afraid?
Afraid of the good
Afraid of how things feel
Of the things beyond understanding
The cosmic implications
Of where we are
The implications
Of where we’ll be
Or are you just afraid
Of me?

The rhythm of the cosmos
Is a waltz
In three steps
Create
Sustain
Decay

A movement
To which all of life
And so art conforms
From literature
With it's beginning
Middle
End

To the great civilizations of the Earth
That rise
Hold
Fall
Just as chest draw breath
As she sleeps

Or the theologians speak
Of their holy trinity
The metaphysical systems of old Indus Valley
Create
Sustain
Decay

Making way for the new notes
We play
As the old fade
Into silence
One step
Two step
Three

Come and dance with me
As the stars inhale
And hold their breath
As we find our feet gracefully
And move in the moment we have
One step
Two step
...