Vision (3)

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

Swallowtail undulates

floats in air across my yard

dips to nectar

in salvias—

racing mind stops.

A gap as when floor drops

a portal of nothing

opening into nothing

as I

you are there

mysteriously,

as vision,

the whole experience

self tooled

changes flow through

formless ocean

fire on mountains

wind off the river,

the ground beneath

underneath your heart

here and now.

Go ahead, live

where there is other

there are many

fine unravellings,

fine joinings, flights

of swallowtails