Cycling Madness
tectonics, shift
resolve, footing
rifts form
grind against
vows, fealty
how was she to remain loyal
when the Earth itself split
good luck gripping
continental shelves
that want nothing
more, to do with
each other
you can't hold your breath
to dive deep enough into the abyss
there is no other side to get to
it's ALL powered by a molten core
magnetic, motherly
but impossible
to pin down
plasmatic
she incubates against THE heartless vacuum
she shields from an angry solar father
it gets too much
sometimes, the heavy metal inferno
keeping time inside her mind
it's a lot of stress
fiery eruptions
quick silver
witticism
are to be expected
HOLD ON
the new moon is coming
when she calms
her lunar tears recede
her spinster sister
keeps the tides moving
but not without
upset
when Gibbous waxes
new vistas are revealed
old scars pulverized by erosion and light
their remains dissolved in a basin
to be suckled by mycelium and roots
SEE
ALWAYS there is method
to her cycling madness
Geology, both the terrestrial and astro, are figuring heavily into my existence at the moment. Geology was one of the last undergrad classes that I took; certainly if I had discovered it earlier it would have claimed me. To say I enjoyed Geology 100 is an understatement. I adored this class both the lecture/textbook and laboratory component. So much knowledge and understanding wrt to how our Earth works, but it also, to my mystical mind, the containment of time itself and every experience, ever experienced on our little water logged speck of space dust. Wowzers. The complete up until this era history of Whoville.
I concede it is WAY too early but I find the comparison apt. The movements within a speck, a snowflake, are monumental to the micro. That said giving us the moniker of even NANO in comparison to the universe is hyperbolic to the exponential. But even that which occurs to the negative nth degree is beautiful and astounding, miraculous, to have occurred at all.
Consciousness is MORE than gravity wells and chance formation of phosolipids around nucleic acids. You KNOW this. In ways that cannot be predicted. Your choice to practice compassion over consumption and accumulation may just be the start of enlightenment revolution.
Each and every one of us is a piece of some kind of magic and will affect every one and everything that comes after ... just like the flap of proverbial butterfly wings. You can chose gentleness but you don't have to; it will be easier on you and those around you, But never fear life and time, the very land underneath you, know how to take even the hardest rocks and turn them to soil, the very substrate of growth and evolution.
Helical Foundations
thrown from the vortex
to buttress the earth
pursued by ravenous wolves
into the deep belly
of the lupine beast
an aura sullied
by avaricious clutches
a mind rattled
by lying lips
pleasure enslaves the will
blood-lines entwine
her psyche split in two
generational expansion achieved
her duty is fulfilled
yet still, she faces
predatory eyes
produce more
or die trying
her freedom and youth stolen
so helices can split
and twist
forever through time
the blood must flow
the foundation must hold
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Gravity and time ensure
The high falls to the low
Water cannot flow uphill
Fully surrendered to the Tao
It would never try
The stateliest in time
Will bend and bow
Crumble to earth
Nurturing what is to rise
Embrace the rise
Embrace the fall
Understand as you rise
You are supported by those that fell before
When you fall you nurture those who will rise
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