Vision (3)

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

Swallowtail undulates

floats in air across my yard

dips to nectar

in the salvias—

Racing mind stops.

A gap as when floor drops

opens a portal of nothing

opening into nothing

as I as silence

You are there

mysteriously,

as vision,

the whole experience

self tooled down

to “I.”

Changes flow through

rivers of fire

wind off the mountain,

the ground beneath underneath

your heart here and now.

Go ahead, live where there is other.

There are many fine unravelings to be made.

Fine joinings.

The exhilaration of Onenes