light

it is occurring now
a thing we miss knowing
happens at this moment
yet isn't agreed to open
itself in our sensation.
light has never moved
and has no speed at all,
light has never moved
once, we're faster than it
staying these lit, manifest
moments of being among.

of course it's nonsense also.
the incomparable thought
remains an unaccountable
process of unseeing cause
and disaffect hidden as
if we couldn't possibly know
awareness waiting all along.

transcending

every concept merely
expressing reflections
of forty nine, between,
factorial interactions
of being you and me

"how do I love thee?"

bardo(t) surfing

back into the foetal curl
as another wave's dying

in supernatural amnioticy
she wakes to the seed as
if in bodily need swims
mates now where higher
and lower troughs wait
form's immaculate fate

'teehee' she giggles
'did we create me to
your loving? hold on don't
miss forever, now!'