The Rainbow
In the violet blue sky, nature's
symphony; the light gets absorbed;
photodissociation or
photosynthetic photolysis.
Makes the Earth's oxygen and
the green of the leaves;
staying in the light to see
the Nepalese poppies
trembling in the wind~ still red.
Frozen leftovers can break through
the hot crust of the orange sun~
staying in the light to see
the wheat field
shaking its weary yellow.
The dying stars become light
in the absorbing darkness;
astral jazz blues chord progression;
people dressed in
indigo banana leaves;
absorbing love;
love means not victuals to be left over.
The Eye
A cosmic dimension liberated her from
the confines of epistemic reasoning.
Raindrops flowed down
her oval window,
sounding like ancient
lachrymose songs;
a feeling of regression.
The window became
a cosmic eye that
shimmered in the bluish hue
of the nascent stars
that began to dissipate
from their gist;
miscarriage; reminiscence;
heavy-heartedness.
She knelt in front of
omnipresent God;
old, woeful words
have been released
from her tongue of love.
Their significance
have become obscured in
the rhythm of the rain;
a sense of mourning, despair,
and indecision.
The blue of the stars seemed
to merge with
this deepening sorrow, evoking
a sensation of blindness;
fading away;
Celtic knots and stony eyes
The Numbers
I am convinced that
the depth of words
is shaped by numbers.
For instance,
the hieroglyph ‘4’ signifies
‘to breathe out of mouth’
and ‘44’ indicates
‘nice to meet you’.
Although the chance of
our meeting is
still merely a potentiality,
I can devote time meditating.
I might not understand
these mysteries.
Similar to the Pictish language,
they elude my comprehension,
yet I do acknowledge that
the journey of understanding
is cyclical,
akin to a tondo or a circular loop.
It will invariably contain
imperfections.
The moon plays a crucial role in
influencing our feelings.
It moves in a way
that is misaligned
with the sun,
continuously shifting from
what is present to
what is about to happen.
While time is simply
a cognitive construct,
the moon's path is
a concrete truth.
It is through
the mathematical mind that
one perceives
the progression of time.
Love keeps you intertwined
in my dreams,
and I long for your presence.
Time is not constant;
it varies with our viewpoint.
While numerous experiences
happen concurrently,
our failure to perceive them
is attributable to
the absence of harmony.
Harmony is the key to
any relationship
and can result in an encounter.
This is why I am starting to
fine-tune the numbers.
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