all things

Artificially x-mas

Would stay, perhaps, 

Little wren

And make this sacrament

Here and now and always

My wracked body

Stays more easily

My limbs would be wings

If not for Higgs' curtain

I am present to your gift

When you take flight

I too will soar

Into the great gray space

Liminal as it is

Will you fear for a moment as I will-

That we get washed out by the Light?

Fearless, you flew.  And I followed.

Twisting and arcing through shape'd space

Surely your flight paths were straight

Space itself twisted and writhed

As we immersed, freely

Fear fell away

What broken bodies, what spent lands

What scorched sky, what mighty Heavens?

What purity of conscience? What death?

What, then, are we, but Light?

What then is life but God?

Your spent matter lay for days

But I never forgot you and your gift

The world is gone, the light passed on

Yet I remain, in gratitude, 

In peace, knowing we fulfilled

Our tiny charge, our singularity

Our non-zero time

Now life returns

To the Node, the Null

Until…

What would I say to you, child

If I knew then what I know now?

Nothing.  Nothing at all.

Last hoary feathers 

On shreds of glass

Where I kept watch

And silent breath supplied

The inhabitants of my mind

Too much life

I imagined them here

On the glass

Ghostly images stayed

Then left, then brought back again

And frozen in cool time.

I saw them in true form

A fractal pattern 

Stretching from infinity to infinity

I knew then my ancestors

My progeny

And I 

Together with all things

Populate the One

And can't help but long for the Zero

Life seeking unlife

And that yearning,

The ineluctable participation in

The cosmic conscience,

Like field lines arcing from

Pode to Antipode,

The Forever Ride.

There, in and amongst the broken world

I awakened to it all.

Will to Being my heart resolve?

Or shatter?

I met a new kind of peace
in cerulean dreams and rainbow dawns
in willow tree swings and home-baked pies
in all the snow-things
Down the celestial slopes
It rode its lightways down to earth
and whispered within the cacophony
told me I am a part of it all
that Time, for now, moves with me
that my essence comprises the matter
not vice versa
I'd been hiding in dreams and sunsets
swinging from fancy to fancy
fearing the falling sky
hating how far away the heavens go What folly!
Absurdity!
Profanity!
Profundity...

no, I've found my peace
it's right here
in knowing I'm a part of all things


Here is the true folly
That no matter how much there is to say
About what makes meaning
What brings joy
What is peace
I can refute it all
With a simple thought
That adding it all up
Is the same as negation
That all equals zero
That most recent of digits
As though a secret deliberately hidden
By the mind of man
For nearly all its time
Zero is the sum total
Of action, of thought, of living and suffering and dying
Of progeny, of legacy
Of righteousness and temerity
Zero is the sum total
Of all confined to finity
A proof? Yes, here it is.
Suppose a Creator
Who is Infinity
Sets about seeding an enclosed space
Bounded by dimensions
Set within Time
When Infinity looks into a bounded space
There is not even a point to see
When It considers Its action
It simultaneously considers all actions
Resulting in an infinitesimal, read: impossibly small
Consideration for an Infinite mind
Of the entirety of our universe
Things bounded in time are made up
Of infinitesimals
Things unbounded are not
Things unbounded are One
There are no parts or pieces
And so we see that not only is One
Infinitely greater than zero
But if that gap were to be traversed
It could only be by the One
The Infinite
And that gap could be crossed quite simply
But once the event horizon of time's black hole
Had been breached, the Infinite character was lost
Thus came the sacrifice of the Infinite
Who humanely recognized at the tender earth-age of 33
That all was lost for all
Unless we ourselves would participate
In that sacrifice
But how...
How could it be done?

Beauty too valued

My sea

The way I see it

Is my history

Deep, deep, dark

And unknown

With the alienest fauna

And megafauna

And worse!

Tiny, briny things

Spindly and krill-like

Do I like that I'm like them?

as if that matters

Some day my flailing arms,

That thrash me along, against

Tidal and vorpal forces

Like coral (and the glass we left there)

Will tire of their toil

And I'll slip in, in and amongst

My ancestors, a relative unknown

Never having been spent

As fuel for the light

And we'll wait,

just wait

…

What quiet

What pressure.

What End.