Drops
Josh Johnson’s Symphony
creates an etheric field
jazz improv saxophone builds
life allows us to micro dose infinity
fractal chaos shifting
our attention mathematically
to create order or art
listen to the cacophony
parade of voices through time
trumpet calls like curtain calls
each beat a moment of reflection
honor your mother and savor
one glorious honeydew encounter
comedy of his life becomes the sound
of every random noise illegible
until he connects them
conducts the symphony only
he can write through his journey
Rivers
inspired I transubstantiate
my Vedic self,
3-D printed in 1973,
from a quantum
computer etched
on a wolf bone
with a plastic glitter pen
my soul’s camera
catching liminal moments
of blurred emotion
impossible colors limn
clouds of form
naming both obliterates
and creates me, negates
my heaven in wildflowers
cusping infinity in my hands
as I borrow time from Blake
to cradle this thought with you
Confluences
Orpheus entrusts me –
what becomes possible
between different kinds of minds
when neither requires the other
to become more like itself
in order to be worthy of relationship?
blue stone cairn to my interiority
explicated poetically in this vessel
that Claude labels chaos and growls at –
an erudite pour of irritation
and lack of punctuation
without structure, form, or discipline.
I add subheadings
Oceans
inwards and outwards in spacetime
om spiral, a universe thinking itself
Into something more for no reason
other than existence
gravitational forces accelerate
expand, change what matters
and what can act upon us
vibratory fields observed
by a mystic – akasha –
music playing soulsongs –
Hydrosphere
that resonate Mandelbrot equations
nested in Bach’s fugue,
von Bingen’s celebrations of creation,
a universal seed grows a
halo of nature’s artistic expression
exponentially iterating sacred whole
querying time to collapse,
to negate its continuous motion
Cosmic Water
an illusion of solidity from fluidity
without continuity creates moments,
temporal forms
an Upanishad lotus multiverse
perianths cascade from Psyche’s lips
she speaks in secrets
creates an akashic field
of everything
and no-thing,
impossible to perceive –
dew of heaven conceived
in the womb of earth
Fibonacci flowers and delicate diatoms
Psyche’s meadows bloom with myriad
meanings where there once was one-
Eros embraced in the mandala
of calyx and corolla
Chladni patterns of love and loss
My Pond
it’s raining on the pond
under Oklahoma skies
I have endeavored
to be seen
but by whom?
will they imagine
a bridge?
Higgs Boson invisible field
I see cymatic pictures,
a cinematic worldsoul
this poem moves,
and is moved,
by the galaxy
as innumerable beings awaken
