Standing on the edge of mystery
I dive into the waves and find myself
Bobbing, wandering in the shallows
Until I am deposited on the shore
Wet and covered with sand.
The universe is deeper
My imagination is in those shallows
Churning with the tide as it crashes
Neither up nor down
Makes any sense
Each wave is an echo
Indifferent to the subtle differences
Of the churn that makes this moment
Unique, separate, dimensional
Its own second among countless
Whether the ocean or the universe
The waves are indifferent
To the consciousness that observes
And is deposited in the void
Wet and covered in stars
Category: Mood
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on the edge of mystery
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Tease
You waft in with little warning,
invading my space with the expectations
of something more than I can see.
I find myself longing
for your cool, soft touch on my skin
and the relief that only you can give.
And as you pass by,
with disappointment hanging thick in the air,
I have a singular thought in mind:
What I would give for a little rain. -
morning walk
the view inside my thoughts is clear
even in a cloudy world
walking the true path calms me
the sound of my steps
through wind-swept leaves
may I always be this present -
chaos and order
order and chaos
you may not see
the pattern behind the chaos
you may not know
a reason behind the orderthere is a universe of order
in the garden spider’s web
the spiral of the stars
the center of the galaxy
a star warming the solar systemthere is a universe of chaos
in the black widow’s web
odd connections in the beauty
the repetitions in the quantum
the vibrations of string theory
a black hole devouring spacei am both of these
order catching the strays
chaos trapping disparate thoughts
the wrapping of ideas within ideas
the taste of clear and present moments
a messy spiral of joy -
arbor day
sometimes
you just need to build something
get out your
saws
hammers
nails and screws
and put a plan into action
start and finish
someday it will be covered
in pink bougainvillea
but today, it’s just an arbor
