Tuesday, April 28, 2009

My book - random selections

Here is more from my book - random parts

In this dimension today a long piece of driftwood
Floated to shore.
The end is a cobra’s head above water –
Or is it wood twisted upward?
An augury. A snake has made an appearance.
I pull the oracle ashore.
The end is forked.
Driftwood with two curved legs,
One broken and submerged.
A multilevel oracle from other worlds,
Floating in, full of reasons.
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The cross, an amazing formation.
There is strength in the right angles – a square.
Yet the intersection is only on a linear plane
Like a cross drawn on a piece of paper,
Like crossroads on a map.
My death is at the intersection of north and south,
East and west. Same with you.
It happens over and over
This party on Earth,
With a mirror ball, a strobe light and a rhythmic beat.
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Now another day it seems –
This time a mother duck swims by,
Three tiny babies right behind her.
How can they keep up,
Bouncing on the waves on a blue gray day?
So straight and purposefully they go.
Is she a good mother and why only three, I wonder?
The black crow cries “Gawd, Gawd, Gawd!”
As it flaps black wings above me.
Don’t go there, crow.
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Certainly the drop is the lake.
This handful of sand is all Earth.
My breaths of air, rhythmic
Inspire expire inspire expire
The pulse of transparent air.
What transpires – what is ‘now’.
Each breath shows me where I am.
Fire of the sun reflects only some surfaces
Of sand granules visible to me –
Dots of light strewn here and there
Not random but exact as waves pass over.
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Inherited information plus accumulated cultural insights.
There are infinite helpful stories shared with me.
Thank you. Right now – I Ching is on my mind.
An oracle of interaction combined to create a scene,
Detailed, like a screenplay.
Elements = scene = life = infinity.
An equation of the absolute
Gracious, intricate.
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Pyramids scattered across Earth, not random but exact
Like the sand dots of light on my beach.
Beacons to outer spaces. Crafted for other worlds –
Receptors for the speed of light.
It is all one.
Expand – look to the stars from the top of triangular towers.
Contract – look beside bare feet
Among billions of tiny rocks
Where light is caught then disappears.
Expand – look past the stars.
Contract – look at the sand.
Breathe in, breathe out.
It’s all the same.
It’s beautiful.
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