most impossible

god, are you a cloud
small vaporous wonder
lightly drifting thought
encircling forever
the globe

constant mass
changing volume

condensing rain
release as you rise

climbing mountains
filling streams
taming valleys
canyons
the great abyss

how do you make deserts
if not
by uprooting trees

making space
for most impossible life

the rich biosphere
that lives
underneath
my
toes


are
you
an ant
carrying crystals of salt
the miracle of life
amidst a dry ocean sand

or the unthinkable
porous magma ocean under land

A Free and Random Chaos

A Masaru Emoto water crystal.

We’ve just had Daylight Savings Time and I’m thinking about just that (time) as I watch “Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman.” I love Morgan Freeman and I want to be him and do what he does: embody curiosity and wonder – for both are what make us young, wise, and humble. Ponder this: a clock does not change time, but measures it. We may use a clock to help us understand time but only by how we notice the clock changing over time. But we can also rely on our sense of timing and time by the way we feel the difference of things: the passage of subtle, slow-moving yet powerful micro/macro-scopic change. We feel the moments no less than the minutes. Maybe all we feel are the moments…and the minutes are simply a collection of rain drops to say it has rained 3,805,118,976,114,123,446 drops in this moment, but say nothing of the 5 million flowers bloomed. Time is our sense of order in a free and random chaos that is life in the universe. Our higher order thought amidst the lower order playing field. And our game of fun is to forget we know any better.