In timeless steppes, Death’s face erased- as
Kubla Khan enigmatically sprouts a tree
A tall, tall, very tall terrifically tremendous
sapling World Tree.
Reaching out talented tendril roots and ebony wood-wrought vines;
into a permanently nocturnal, underground sky.
Scandalized, sparks speaking to shape; dreaming up dyadic destinies just to fill the place.
The image of re-presentation, held NO touched NO accepted by Mind-
can so fast like flash fire, incinerate- So watch Raven and Coyote closely
tantalizing tricksters of the Past.
Unlike legends of fields of flame, or of ember shaped mountain deities
the Children of the Sea will rise up with the waves that co-create Us
fulfilling our own imaginations of the Aquarian Conspiracy.
For while we still bear witness to the phases of the Moon,
Lunar tides will shift perfecting preexisting feedback loops;
and the murky depths deep beneath the hydrothermal vents
will supplement the grinding of Hamlet’s Mill.
When we’re all powdered back into dust, by the al-l-chemical wheel
through the temporal unfolding of this cosmic story, informed by the Akasha field.
For when your own being’s shadow eclipses the sun,
dramatic spherical dreams will appear,
recreating an archaic coherency synergistically inspired by coalescing waveforms.
But as said function collapses back unto itself,
fragmented photogenic beings are remade with potential;
our hearts linked like Gaian minds through Space;
Brahman destined Atman transcending its former fate.
Transmitting our lessons back towards home
A Metaverse germinating gorged upon its own flesh.
Life’s complexity understanding its own co-evolutionary process.
As patient dreamers realize their dreams- cannot be the last.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter