Into the Bucket

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One of the contents of the quantum kitchen

is the member of my committee—

that shifting population of characters glommed together

in this or that moment to be a person—

dropping into the quantum bucket piece by piece,

shedding his coat of many colors one shade at a time.

I see him standing in an open field gazing at the horizon,

without much fear, perhaps with resignation,

perhaps only wonderment.

He may have suffered terrible circumstances—

the usual fast track to shedding ego.

Maybe it was his birth itself, and all that came after.

Or maybe, the candle of truth had burned in him faintly,

and now is the time for it to brighten.

Resurrect him back into the game, I tell myself,

see what he has to offer, now that he’s mostly gone.

Give him the soul’s breath, the soul’s light.

Introduce him again to the beauty and wonder in the world.

Assure him, if you can, that he has already died,

and that now he’s lying down in green pastures.

His cup runneth over into eternity.

***

Later, he stands in his yard in the early morning coolness,

the rising sun promising another blazing day.

Here is what he says to himself:

A secret the wind whispers through the mesquites:

Nothing rises into itself as something

As from this dry land, the whispering leaves go still.

Golden flower balls on the acacia perfume the air.

I look between the clouds at the blue expanse—

Beneath my feet the roots penetrate darkest layers of earth.

A link to BIll's blogpost "The Quantum Kitchen":

https://www.quantumsource.info/the-quantum-kitchen-