The end of certainty is not the end of the world,
but the dawn of a deeper vision.
We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken,
the laws eternal and unmoving.
Yet beneath every stone lies movement,
within every silence—an echo of change.

Certainty was our shelter,
but also our prison.
It closed the doors of imagination,
it chained the infinite to the finite.
Now the walls have fallen.
We see the universe not as a machine,
but as a mystery—
a flowing river of becoming.

The end of certainty is the beginning of freedom.
To live without anchors,
to walk among paradoxes,
to welcome uncertainty as the companion of truth.
In the vast sky of unknowing,
we discover the stars of possibility.

Here begins our journey—
from the ruins of the absolute
to the open horizon of the infinite.

laying in that eternal white void i wonder

                 how the oceans flow,

                     the forests grow,

                     the skies arose,

                   the earth upholds,

               as the universe chose

and my energetic field’s connection to it all

will my veins run as deep
as the river networks?

my lungs branch out full of freedom as the trees,

the print of my touch agree with the stump of nature,

my eyes glow ethereally as the galaxies,

the tides sing to the ebbs and flow of my blood,

                 if the death of a star
          reads to the birth of thy cells,
                       then who is i?

then propagating that eternal white void    
                            they sing♬ :

     “O you who have reached the end,
    enter into the paradise that envelops
all, join this great choir of organic matter
    and feast~ listen to the billions upon
   billions of cosmos holding you in their
   embrace, harvesting thy gem of soul
                     from within moons.”

alas, nothing runs unknown anymore

for i who breathed life into the heavens
  my soul shall erupt,

a luminous stellar explosion of love,

  o supernova named after oneself

  as you birth gods and monsters    
  alike,

let’s whisper once more,
          
          “for we life, are everything and      
                   everywhere all at once”

A shower empowers sick flowers in bed
six hours will sour the flowers instead
they wilt and they weep at the hours ahead
as the silt where they sleep devours the dead.

Perched on top a sandcastle,
A ghost who rules the night.
In armour pale as soft moonshine,
And brandished sword of might.

From his high keep, he clambers down —
The shore his dark domain.
He stalks the tide’s retreating edge,
For spoils soon to be slain.

The scent of brine and drifting ****
Rides on the midnight air;
Now darting forth to strike his prey,
Swift-footed, keen, aware.

With sharpened blade, he rends the flesh —
His kingdom’s tribute claimed.
And casts aside the rest to rot,
Now that his hunger’s tamed.

Then strikes his armour with his sword —
It rings along the shore,
A haunting drum designed to fright
Subjects still seeking war.

Assured now that his realm is safe,
Sword sheathed with grim command,
He scuttles back to his fortress,
Across the warming sand.

The eastern sky grows light with fire;
The moon begins to fade.
The surf now hums a softer hymn,
The stars slip into shade.

He yields his crown to morning’s glow,
And burrows in his keep,
Where muffled tides and cooling walls
Enfold their king in sleep.

The beauty brought by your senses
might serve just as evolution planned.
Or perhaps your mind drifts into wonder-
evolution's greatest, unintended gift?

Are there birds
who celebrate their tetrachromacy?
Do you celebrate
the power of your mind?

Do our close kin in nature
ask these kinds of questions?
Our ancestors surely did.
How many humans do?