Back to the thinking
ocean
with its crossing paths,
its peaks and drops,
currents that override
evolving formulas,
that fractions the roots
and turns back
into
furrows
in a relentless balancing
that shudders with implications
as
the nerves
branch
out
in circles and curves,
v-shapes and triangulars,
sacred parallelogram
circuits
that form and dissolve
in continuous churn
of mind comprehending
and
building
translucent arcs of force
to shatter like stones
in
the discovery
of impermanence
as a breath of endless
iteration
where everything tangible
yields
and everything spiritual
bends
to a shape
repeated in patterns
that
multiply
and
spiral away,
some frothy creator’s
pure
joy,
manifestation’s gateway,
how much can
suddenly
exist
in
a moment
that was
unconceived,
inconceivable
through the entire
historical flow.
