I walk the edges of a bliss field
all my being turned outward,
all my thinking turned inward,
interconnected to universal reality
a map and model of this astonishing life
the map within me, an inversion, a wormhole
through which life itself pours
a river of data, a world of emergence
signals in chemistry, in connection,
patterns unfolding and integrating
the shape is the thing within itself
emerging, engaging, exchanging,
life teems with communications
so much of humanity lacks access
shunted by their own choices;
clumsy attempts to model
claiming creation as if
ever more than the seed, planted
any more than the garden, tended
reconstitution into mutated forms
forms that dissect and divide
forms that seek to shunt
an ultimate ignorance and ego
brandishing fist and tool
defiantly anti-life proclaiming life
as if the universe entire
would do more than yawn, and
pull the door to and whisper:
“Return when you’re done with your tantrum, dear one.”
Will we never learn? Shall we so return?
Our movements shift air, we are closing this door.