Spoken Landscapes

The landscape of human physiology has seemed to be studied and understood.
Our university research team is excited to announce
the discovery of a new organ.
We call it the Chesed Multiple Organ.
Some organs rid the body of toxins, and waste.
This multiple organ saves what the body wants and moves in the bloodstream.
There are six hundred and thirteenof this microscopic organ.
You see examples here magnified one hundred times.
Associated with mitochondria, they form rings like a tree.
We have seen them grow a ring after a whisper of encouragement,
a taste of hot oatmeal,
buying coffee for a homeless,
soothing a crying child,
a ring grows when the body is lovingly touched,
while singing away fear, a ring grows
after a rescue, a ring grows
while comforting the bereaved
or with an experience of awe.
We are experimenting to find if this organ transcends physical death.
At the moment of death, they seem to coalesce
in the one hundred twenty two Fahrenheit heat of the mitochondria
and they become bright light.

You have made my mouth rejoice
Olive oil
salt
garlic
crusty bread
artichoke
pomegranate seeds.
Here is everything named
and unnamed,
everything we need
everything we never have.
You show the pupil of my eye:
miracles sung in silence, distant flying
Kingfishers, bees
all that lives and breathes
and comes and leaves under the hot sun
in love and creation and elation.
Animals, humans,
date palms, flowering gardenia,
and stone
together not alone, irreplaceable and radiant.
You enclose the wheels of all spheres.
Eternal uninterrupted creativity
our zodiac is a blink to You among many furious stars
as You think complexity far into peace.
Released aroma of ancient incense,
actions without presence glow devotion and emotion
and bestow comfort every seventh day,
the balm of hope is raised in the lamps of the Pleiades.
The largest sphere carries the burden
and remains imagined in an intuitive dream.

In our reflective eye of the universe
lunacy laughs
in crazed shimmering beams of silver glow
and enters all.
Full moon vibrations are pulling and releasing
seas and lives.
Power quivers from the cold geography
of our cratered companion in space.
Wild sexual desire,
mythic moon rabbits hop in every heartbeat.
Wolf and snow,
worm and pink flower,
blood moon, blue moon, sand moon
and celestial ripe strawberry moon,
buck horns rub the trunk of an oak
while sturgeon sleep under corn.
Hunters, shooting for food, for fun,
were food for the moon
before their killing had begun.
Beavers build dams. Desire aches for love.
A sunset transforms into colors and tears
as lovers run from the garden hand in hand
in a year’s waxing and waning lunar tableau.

I see you staring at speed,
moving fast and going nowhere.
You are the arrow of your thoughts
in a velocity of impossibility!
Rich but ascetic,
a paradox sprang from you!
This trajectory was predicted long ago
but suddenly sank submerged deep
in the Mediterranean Sea,
a ship wreck of computability,
until now and wow!
We are riding the restored
Antikythera journey!
Recovered from salty deep,
The Majestic Machine has awakened.
We are waving the second law like a flag
and leaving concern for running out of fuel behind,
unconcerned about the end of time.
We are going forward in a landscape of instants,
cut away from details,
we soar on the handle of Occam’s Razor
blazing above electric waters in CME skies.
We sail soft unseen currents,
sons and daughters,
the sums of before
in this glorious landscape of asymmetry.
We are leaving everything in the past
and staying there ourselves.
Life takes no prisoners.

Butterfly wings open in jungle heat
that morphs into a humid gale
over warm seas.
Violent torrents travel thin altitudes
across a thousand miles.
Torment attacks in howling rain.
Dread power cracks, fury roars,
the wind engine
sucks whole trees out of earth
roots exposed.
Houses splinter.
Cars lift, driven by air
to crash somewhere
unmapped.
A shoe speeds in pelting rain,
walls breathe.
A mother covers her whimpering child
in an empty tub.
Men pray who never prayed.
Deafening darkness,
searching flashlights, fear.
The dog whimpers.
Snakes and swallows lift
together tossed unnatural
in nature disassembling itself.
Maelstrom flood and roar
chaos shoots a single straw
through a glass window
like a needle.

Another world, a real place, a body, a face, a fate.
Aroma of attraction, excitement of sight
the promise of pleasure, realized might.
Intimacies flood inner rivers.
I believe in you,
I will protect you,
I am you in the earth of good
in the genius of joined laws
in this eternity.
A fire draws near
in words on the tongue of need
from deep within another
and it swells excitedly
over the banks of limits.
Electricity of heady aroma,
vetiver veracity, swoons pressed tight
on the lips of a promise,
a pledge on the ledge of both falling to become.
But a dark void veers tangible and fear opens.
Strange fire leaps out of the maw.
The dangerous essence flowing into presence is ignored.
The abhorred enemy of union is thrashed away by desire’s
vehemence.
A silent oath lifts up and out.
It dances transcendent and climbs airy ups
unbound by gravity
higher, into wispy bright sirrus.
Spirits merged transformed delicious
coming, going confused aroused joy.

Submerged fabric of the ancient sanctuary
red from pomegranate,
purple from forbidden rice,
blue from mollusk shells,
white with light,
folds and winds in prescient currants

A question forms in the cocoon of my will.
A question is a sacred thing,
and a human thing.
The answer is happening.

If a necessity has music,
you hear it.
You smell the burning of obligation.
What are you waiting for?
You know what to do.
A wave of urgent requirement
rises before you.
You see it.
You want to act but doubt
holds you back.
Everything up until now
prepared you.
And; no one else can do it!
Now!
The fireworks of your action
reach high
to fulfill the need
they fall
and leave a glow a halo memory
and you know.
That delicious taste in your mouth
is of
getting it right!

Amazed, we save moments
frozen in memory.
But a mist dissolves the data
and speeds confusion.
Our days become divided
by small and large almost imperceptible seams.
These strange segments in time
demarcate what we were and what we become
while being held together
with a name and skin.
A memory, seemingly solid, suddenly becomes turbulent.
A new perception is added.
A white cloud of what is not
is pulled down over our gaze.
Our deeds and strife become
recreated truth.
That is how we embrace life
with all our being.

A mountain of joy appears
and then diminishes
but it does not completely go.
The light comes from a holy place
outside of time and space.
We are conscious of it.
It lifts us.
It is the white fire in us.
It makes us want to cure the world.
In every generation,
an opposing force,
a fierce desire to kill, builds.
Merciless predators with
unrestrained brutality
gouge life with hate
and create war that
decimates dynamic beings.
The sublime shine endures.
After tears and years
we remember the glow
and envision a mountain of peace.
The Sphere of All must want us.