May 28, 2012

Syncopation without Punctuation.

Suddenly. ...
Shockingly and abruptly.
Some may even say....Alarmingly.
Like a vortex appearing in the middle of a calm sea.
The thoughts erupted through the crevices of matter. 
Through the meat.
The soup.
The vegetables and the plants and the animals....
And the Bees.
All living things.
All the noise-
Slightly off key.

Patterns of patterns kept patterning for ever.
Dreams within dreams within dreams.
Forever like a juxtaposition of multiple universes.
Spread out on the sheets of infinity.
Pi times three is free.
The code is suspended in disbelief.

Solubility persists in its wake.
Like the galactic elements of war and peace.
Our times have sublimated into an unconsumed relationship with The Self.
But who is it that we are really seeking?

A lot of people exist.
Of course....they Survive.
Some actually manage to Live through it too.
They make it through their old age
 and their childhood fantasies.
They marry their soul mates.
and post pictures 
of shadows
 kissing behind trees.

Oceans of faces
lined up along the coast of faith.
Who was watching the waters
as the faded grays strayed?

A million sunsets have been photographed
in a matter
of just a few days! 
All around the world, 
there are eyes
reflecting blue skies
and stars
in their gaze.

Burning bright during the day, 
that one gigantic sun.
shines lovingly on the moon.
But this afternoon
has burned out too soon.
The evening took its seat.
Seeing that the night 
was about to begin
by singing in a voice
of a virgin ...
to the devil's beat.

Apart from that
if any one
is reading these words
Please give me a shout
or send me a hat
made of stone
without doubt.

And if you happen
to have 
an old bottle of wine.
Please consume it with delight
and we will get along just fine.

Take that note 
out of your coat.
And put it in the bottle
so that
you could
a boat.

On the Sea, 
you will see...

Then the ocean.
The river.
The stream.

A dream within a dream within a dream.........