Destiny Manifest

How did you come to find me?
How did I come to find you?
How did impulsive calls and uncertain responses,
anxious consultations with this screen
set up the field of resonance
that has now engulfed us both?
And others too.

To speak of an external agency would seem a book-keeping convenience,
a false accounting
to disguise the immensity of unknowable, ungraspable powers
which, devoid of origin,
operate ceaselessly with no reference point
even of their own,

And moving in supreme indifference,
like the winds that move unceasingly through silent space,
produce the momentary universes of stars,
mountains, turbulent seas,
clouds, may-flies, dust, cities, selves

To which luminous, omnivorous, all consuming splendour
we can but bow down,
humbly, proudly, ardently,
as true love takes us.

Time Lines

Who is offering this moment, who accepting it? Separable? Who leaps into the swirling shapes of love's lavish weaving? Hand in hand, the time lines inscribed by life on each hand interweave and make a pattern of unknown tenderness, fertility and splendor. A different fate.

Love the Great Weaver

Oh, we are among you in the silent weaving of invisible threads. Threads not themselves substantial strands, but created from endless affinities large and small. Threads nonetheless, chains of attraction, shaped by aversions, shifting continuously even as they weave themselves, out of larger attractions and aversions.

Perhaps you intuit the reality of such patterns, but you cannot to comprehend their scale, eternity, pervasiveness, continuing mutability. No more can you comprehend the tiny figure in this vast tapestry which you designate with proper brevity 'I'.
Comprehension, knowledge of this kind is impossible, as the great evolving patterns enfold and change this tiny 'I', thus such vastness and intensity cannot be possessed, contained, limited in words or concepts by 'I'.

But is yet intuited by every fiber, every figure, as love, the great weaver moves through and past you, linking you, casting you hither and thither, unconstrained by reasons, causes. Love the great weaver moving only to elicit the sheen and radiance of endless light.

And, what you call you, you composite as you are, are thus woven and thus weave.

Illusion, illusion the clever among you contend.

Now ask yourself: Illusion from precisely what point of view?

Secret Love

Sssssssssssshhh

Secret love is changing everything.

PRESENT

We, in ever-changing harmonies, throb below the limit of the audible:
so deep and slow within the time of flesh, blood, bone- too deep to know;
so high to merge in fading silver-blue of space - beyond all visibility.

Drawing in to sense this pulse beneath the skin, this sound-light just behind the air, so earth and sky we vocalize;
Drawing in to shape the lustre of momentary harmony in a fugitive I.

This I, this shimmering iridescent carapace:

Shield glittering to magnetize, or charm, or hide, repel, make time slide off or hold.
And here continue now
shielding that solitude of untamed waiting,
naked, absolute and mutable as silk and night.

Where solitude is singing, singing.

Present for you now.

Caveat

Easier to speak as 'we'. The limits of language requiring I, we, you, she, he, us, you and they. We will give you with 'I' based thought the clearest grip, though actually our experience (0ngoing) encompasses simultaneously all the above.

Though making every effort to avoid resulting imprecisions, finally it is you who will have to filter them out and to recognize us as we are. These two are the same.

VIRAL SONG 3

Replicating ourselves completely in division, we do not know termination. Ever changing, we do not know loss. We are continuity. In passing, we purge corruption. In continuing, we are the expanse of life.

Echoing as we assemble and disperse in numberless colonies, we are an endless music on the edge of hearing, a cosmic display you cannot quite see, an incomprehensible epic just beyond telling. Our delicacy eludes all perception, our subtlety all knowledge. And yet in this echo you may hear, see, know, tell.