Exercise
Walk this expansive garden with
me.
Don’t talk.
Don’t take up your
thoughts
wondering what to
say.
Breathe.
Walk freely.
Air out and in.
Imagine.
This magnificent
garden,
colours alive.
What do you see, smell,
sense?
Who is this you with
senses,
with imagination,
with me
in this garden?
Who would you be, what would you
do,
if time and space were
infinite?
Don’t talk.
Imagine.
Walk.
Breathe.
politics
infinite regression of change and
resistance
multi-rhythmed rhyme
singing into the winds of
change
to move their vector more in
line
with where we wish to arrive
astral vision
Mystery mists of history holy
lightening heightening sky.
Desirous anticipation.
Early pinks ascend from eerie
violets.
Sun’s lifting eye twinkles like a
happy kitten,
tummy exposed for
adoration.
Omens, prophecy, hope for enduring
happy returns,
quests beyond horizons now
observed.
(without gravity, how can we fall
... or love?)
Aching for stars, planets,
infinite,
silent assent that means all is
promised.
I touch a cosmic
peak,
breathless at such
altitude.
Generation
Infinite, eternal, these are
words,
maps to definitions, not what
is.
Creation never ends, never begins
again,
not repetition but
reflection.
Legends and runes. Ritual
regression.
Significant omens.
Ravens forsake flocks, ranges
skewed.
In primordial recesses of a
sigh
trembling hearts enact a pact of
solitude,
invent machinations of separation,
journey through
despair.
Sovereign brains evolve, adapt to
dangers;
patterns that evoke anger,
fear.
Scanning eyes, ears,
nostrils
filter through
parameters,
call out Warning!
Warning!
far too often, far too
loud.
There is no guide, no
authority,
none but me, repeatedly
mirrored.
Each step, each
succession
undertaken
in idiosyncratic
interpretation.
What will become of all these
"I"s
staring through,
demanding
retribution, bare, raw
justice?
Respectable explanation.
Rigorous notation.
Scores, codes, clocks,
keystones.
Laws and theories developed to
describe
thin segment of encompassment
accessible to sense and
reason.
Early morning of soft savannah
wakens to cloud and
mist.
Waft of tranquil
distillation
soothing startled breasts
--
Ripples quietly
express
infinitely regressing
first cause
last effect.
I Have a Secret
(remind me when I
flail)
Relinquish distorted burdens,
proddings,
guilts detached from sticky past
beyond.
As much as change is, permanence
exists
as measured
landscape.
Stories still stir primal
wonder.
Hopes, wishes, aspirations,
familiar allies
to focus change, focus mind within
changes.
On reflection,
certainties of youth
acquire a different
truth.
Re-direction creates a different
view.
Revealed feelings new to
introspection.
Not what you
expected.
Different cues
mix into different
moods.
There are infinite paths to
imagine.
So many worlds – divergent
time.
A kiss may awaken a
queen
or set a crone to
dreaming
or be seen as defilement of that
most
pernicious kind.
Where we arrive, what bliss we
find
outside the reach of simple limb
extension
is not about up and down
retention
or spiral twines.
Your eyes draw me,
they fill in the
lines
with infinite
perspective.
We breathe in expansive
comprehension,
exhale,
design a widened sky to fly
--
more beauty to
infuse.
8/8
truth is not narrow
it is infinite
the narrow way
is fear's, or merely a
tunnel
on the way to truth
find a quiet place
relax
let your mind drift and
wander
fall into infinite
awareness
take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right,
beautiful
engage?
Beyond stratosphere,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the
real.
Daring to explore pleasure,
infinite awareness.
Leisurely share what feels genial,
good, light.
Infinite muse lit lanterns take
wing,
illuminate eternity.
Cells disperse out from infinite
regression,
demand expanding
territory,
redefinition, delineation,
demarcation.
All the places of
possibility
open to scrying eyes.
I am the universe of time and
space
awaiting birth.
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