lens of god

at the stretches / vast edges of the universe
touching blurry cusps of existence
life wriggles from behind a telescope
and sits down at the desk
to write. in this moment
evidence of a beauty
(who has gone
away.)
	bending with the curve
of time. the secrets of the moon.

(black moon silver)

she has these dark eyes
black like night
black like the painted canvas
black like the unlit stage
where the moon dances
shines
glows

black like a sheet
pulled over
your nose
somehow darkness moving
a fragility
a place, a time
before the universe was born

moon
the desert landscape
the lustre of 1/8 of a candle
yet in this night
even a sliver
is brighter than all the stars
a silver slice
of a more magical being

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.