Improbabilities

I disappear into possibilities
floating into a parallel
universe
outside 3 dimensional improbabilities
on string theories of 10-26 dimensions
drumming ancient hieroglyphics
hammering stone dulcimers
polishing Dali marble
below Snow Dragon Range shadows
breathing melting snow
dream love floods
screaming eagles

Memory as Fiction

Rainy season. Dancing black birds inside dark leafed night.

Shuffling wings, rustling feathered bodies.

"Don't forget to bring the sewing kit back," she said.

Stitch a long highway, rolling thunder,

fast clouds, heavy cool tropical rain, cool refreshing music.

A single drop of water on a red hibiscus. 

Metta.

Water's heartbeat

Well now, such an elegant universe. Bamboo wind. A drop of memory carried by a pure and simple recall, shadowed reality of sand, coral, diffused surface light, edges of black glistening diamond sand, palms and dirt trails.

The water droplet reflected everything it dreamed, imagined and bird songs escaping from a single throated sound. Yes, this water sustained a yellow leaf on it's gently rising energy, feeding the green veins with harmonic flowing surge. Pulsating.

Metta.