The Smell of Green
The Smell of Green
DAY BEYOND THE REALM OF THE SENSES Genesis 2:1-3 "Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.
And on the seventh day GOD ended his work which he had made; and he
rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And GOD
blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested
from all his work which GOD created and made." "Zayn (no.7) guarantees that life is not a deterministic process, but is free to explore all possible possibilities. Number 7, is the achievement of every vital impregnation: this number opens the field of every possible possibility. It can be viewed (as in quantum physics) as the probability amplitude for anything. It may also be thought of as the primary principle of indeterminacy." - Carlo Suarès "THE DAWN OF HAPPINESS" Feelings, you can return. Nerve endings, you can begin to burn. The way of felicity one begins to learn. The dawn of happiness one begins to earn. My mind is so carefree, it's busy doing nothing. There's no striving for a station or indulging in becoming.
Though it's not Spring, my blinds are raised wide open.
Rays of light pour upon the face of everything. Bell flower, I am whispering to you with my eyes. Purple passion, I am serenading you with my chimes. Naturally, it come as no surprise, that organically you are responding to my rhymes. Romance, shall I wear you out? Vanity, shall I permit your mild flirtation? Muscle and sinew, there is HEART-WORK to do. Forays into fantasy forever look behind. "AROUND THE WORLD IN A DAY" Moonlight, lay in bed with me,
cover me in a blanket of filigree. Daybreak, I pour out my intellect,
so you can reveal what is dark in me. Sunlight, you douse out the lamp light of
my most palatial idiosyncrasy. Dusk, let me down you at the end of
the day like a glass of fine vinery. "YOGA" Having no center, I inherit no circumference. Inheriting no circumference, I possess no periphery.
Possessing no periphery, I inhabit no shape. Inhabiting no shape, I am free to take any form. I am advancing. I am broadening. Inside my something suit, I am a pastel and paisley pastiche. I am taking a meteor shower. The stars have fallen into me. The imperative is upon me. My negligence no longer fits. I want to grow young with grace, not kicking and screaming into the age of transcendency.
I will let strength and endurance dissipate
and evolve with more flexibility. I want to improve my reach,
into the stars if I must. Self obsession dies hard. It contracts the extremities. I want to be more inward. I want my content to be more contained. I want to stare into the face of accusations,
sharing no expression, indifferent and refrained. I want to be cool in the heat of indignation,
neutral in a storm of irritation. I w