Indifferentiation

(Once when plucked into

a waking dream

or maybe a shard of a life

past, or future yet to be

Or perchance just a momentary slipping

Off my narrow ledge of sanity.

But yet far more tangible and real

than anything

I have yet to feel in this world)

 

 

The world dropped

away

like a dream

upon opening my eyes

to a bright new morn

 

In a surreptitious primal forest

deepest India Green

wrapped in an artic blue sky

 

I chased you round

and round

and round

a quiet fallen

slumbering pine

 

Laughing as we ran

sun beams like streamers

on a May Pole

drawing us closer

 

As I caught you

your hair brushed

my face in soft caress 

 

our eyes gliding

effortlessly into

an embrace

 

sinking in slow motion

down

down

down

into a glistening

dew bejeweled glade

 

Your lips melting into mine

 

YOU

& I

I & YOU

 

Coalescing

forever

Into a timeless

Formless

Ecstatic

Blissfulness

 

Of Indifferentiation     .

 

Into the Heavens

Gazing into the endless night sky 

into a deep azure blue alpine lake 

 into the depths of your soul 

 Distilling all that beauty into one 

 immeasurable tiny drop 

 One pin prick into 

the fabric of space-time 

 One note forever 

 An eternal dance’s 

 first step 

There is the void 

Out of which all the universe 

began and 

 IS

Emergent Worlds

 

The worlds are determined by the interactions of the wakes of movements in consciousness and conscious light flowing through them.

They are an emergent phenomena.  Something infinitely greater and completely beyond linear prediction is evolved and unfolded by the interactions and relationships of even the most infinitesimal parts with the conscious light.

Sentience its self is an emergent phenomena, a wave of conscious understanding and wisdom flowing backwards in time from an indeterminable future.  Like an exhaled breath disappearing into the void and womb of its birth.

Song of a Soul

The Soul sings in endless ways

   Some with the touch of a heart

bristles on a brush wet with color

   words written as if by another hand

      songs from music yet to be sung

or just a single flower

deep within an ancient forest

    of drifting thoughts…