Mirroring matter

Mirrors may make us
uncomfortable
because they are not-
omni-perspective-or
All
of view.

Things like this,
that seem to be
merely a reflective signal
may not be observed actively
holding and casting light.

Some of us,
completely visible to some others,
may be seen through and seem
somewhat scared of such spontaneous
reflections
that move like we do when we
go about
Being.

We need to be shown
how to hold ourselves
together in order
to be taken in
without seeming to fall apart
or over refract-and distort

such as you noticing yourself
between all things and still
yet unable to divide photons
by four dimensions
or separate yourself
from what is behind you.


Painting by Pierre Bonard, 'Mirror on the wash stand' c. 1908, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

Space flavor

Swallowing photons

every breath man meanders

tastelessly obscene

Painting By Peter Graham (1836 - 1921) (Scottish) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Size Matters

How big is an idea?

People have said the internet was HUGE-

I haven’t seen it

with my own eyes, it could be all lies

like conspiracy and particle theories.

I know some HOPES are grander than others.

And I’ve carried some burdens bigger than a bus-

but I think that most people care less

about microscopic entities that they cannot see

or things that happen too slowly…

Have you ever stood

barefoot in the shoreline

Feet in the foam? If so, you know,

water always wins The Sands of Time.

Teamed together they make us pearls

of wisdom, bioluminescence,

a light within that begins

when one Believes

without sight

a tiny wish, a photon, a want to

that turns with light into a neutrino

that gets excited and becomes an electron

before any quarks form.

I think ideas matter,

stemming from a soft grey area...

And then there was light!

And then Atom,

and then we gain momentum,

molecule by molecule,

we are busy making molehills.

So blood is thicker than water,

and the homo sapiens denser than air-

I swear I saw a flying fear,

and my dear

it was GARGANTUAN!

Just like that GIANT ego, those

greenish, meanish miasmas

that all seem and smell the same.

So many slippery minuscule ideas,

evaporating into invisible shame,

hoping to erase your name

in the sand, 

eroding where you think 

you stand.

Image of Sea Wall at Bald Head Cliff, York, Maine 1901, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.