Once upon a time...
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars
The inner — what is it?
if not intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.
the gods of commerce have stolen your totem
they have stolen your flame
they have stolen your spirit energy
the gods of commerce would make you believe
a jaguar stalking the cold worlds of frozen emotion
is meant to bring you watches and jewelry
made of metals and crystals mined by children surrounded by machine guns
Magic Wand from deviantArt by Wolf-Minori
galileo said all is reducible to mathematics, the whole of the universe, triangles, circles, angles
descartes: i think, therefore i am
YET: science is birthed from and returns to experienced life, the subjective, unnumbered
Step close to the roses. Breathe into your belly. Feel your heart. Turn down your mind to level 2 or below. Notice what is near you.
Photo by Paul Moody (paul+photos=moody) via Flickr CC License from
Death has greeted him somehow. He knows it waits for him. Sweet child cries out to his mother before he shifts into slumber, “I don’t want to die, Mommy.”
What answer does a mother provide when the easy one of “Heaven waits for you” isn’t an option.
“Your body will die,” she says. “But your soul, who you have been for eons, forever, will continue to exist.”
It is all she has. He hears her words, wonders what they mean. Then he snuggles under the covers, curls closer to her body. He falls into the dream.
