rhapsodic explosion of late spring has swallowed the earth from the ground up with reiterative solos of lilac, tulips, and jasmine, some staccato storms to enhance the sweetness of John Cage silent grass growing thick and rich under the trembling oversized maples, we're walking on narrow paths of concrete, reduced to the background because the panning away shot reveals magnificence of nature overtaking us in budding and branching delight, at least in that fabled fourth dimension as we peer into the cloudy brass spyglass to vainly preview the future. summer holds forever secrets, unknowable to us probably even as they are realized and fade away, our prefrontal cortex trapped behind our eyes reveals only our narrowly imagined possibilities
our hands calloused from digging, tongues tired from healing, legs sleepy from walking, ears in rapture from believing all come together to lay out under the stars and join the dirt dandelions lawns, just for a moment tangential but different because of the coincidental variation in our atomic structure... watching tufted seeds drift as spring snow, I momentarily interpret reality as slowing, perhaps the universe has slowed it's acceleration outward away from us and is having a bit of buyer's remorse about committing to this whole Big Bang thing - why would it speed away from children with ice cream, puppies, wise smiles of the dying, the imprecise but perfect crash of tides, faded blue throw rugs in evening sunlight, a large group of homo sapiens trying to figure out the Mystery, bears inadvertently breeding apples with their choices, or a tired wooden bench by a still lake where we meet from time to time?
no messages, just a wafer thin cross section of the morning wrapped in wondering just how much we'll ever know, and how much divine action there is to appreciate on this unique sphere that carries all of our dream shots out over the fences in left field...
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