The universe wanders in dark fields
spreading flaming stars
as poppies strewn broadcast
flung on the breadth of emptiness
breathing being into the still alone
crystalline expanse, the emptiness
and the all.

Mornings waken in twirling reels
reflecting light from spinning worlds
twilight seas of streaming currents
thrill the shimmering cold and dark
in sensuous flow, rhythmic
without impedance friction
barrier resistance,

except –  a memory,

a chaotic dream before awakening, urgent,
of birth without will
or desire to be;
desiring the silence, still,
without time, space, or need.

But came the spark from nowhere
uncalled for unsheathed flame
without mercy touching
the silver ball
blasting it to bits,
flinging it far
casting it out
never to return.

If I look into the night sky
or through the fragrant flowers of spring
I sense a being not unlike myself
wandering in unknown fields
spellbound in majesty
riding currents of soft air
into a dark, open, limitless space.

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Portland, Oregon – May 10, 2016