gaian thriving

i feel how i am accruing,

the body that is not these cells but the place cells like these

will take life and flow away

the empress is everywhere, she never had any clothes

neither did we til this habit of hiding and lying

arose, and now soon

the demise of our species

part of me looks forward to the dissolution of flesh wrecked by time

and deception, but mostly, the release

what is the larger thing that this life is not but just the placeholder

for the process of. my life form a cellstuff  passing away

what is the feel of the feelless pattern

all our sense words are nonsense

to describe the eluctable, numinous, sensuous

oblivion of intensity/surrendered/releasing/

effortlesspeace.

i feel the clouds smiling at sunrise. which is really earthspin

momentary alignment sun earth horizon line really a curve

glad for the fireinthesun and the deep ineluctable spinofearth

the lightintheskythroughthenakedarmsofwinter smokefromneightborschimneywhispingoffinlightbreeze

i always think of ants, how a curve in the tablecloth will feel like a mountain steep

that is how we are, these insurmountables are tableclothfolds

in the greater pattern that we are just stuff passing through to make

i heavemyloadofearthlife over this moundofexperience huff

but i am also inconsequent, also the fiber of being, passing through in the sewingmachine of gaia, just a breathhumripple

baskinginmorningsun, a smallglintorfleckofblueinthelargerpainting

important,insignificant,hereandgone,thegiddyrapidsofgaiandelighting

flashinginthelargerriversolargeitisfathomlesspouringintotheevenlargermorefathmolessgalacticocean