all things

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?