A Song for Autumn

Big mind, singing mind, mind without border or limit,

spread edge ways across the observable universe,

moss growing silently on rocky plateau in the Andes,

tree frog glistens, croaks song in the Amazon night,

love of mother penguin for chicklet in freezing Arctic

the first rubs of Cicadas wings after

seventeen years of hibernation,

ecstatic lovemaking in the insect kingdom,

the lights on Fifth Avenue shift from red to green,

smoke pours from stacks in Detroit,

the love of a new couple blossoms in New York’s Central Park

I sit, alone, surrounded by the vibrations of cosmic music,

ears attending spontaneously to the rumbling of distant trucks,

my heart beating rhythmically in my chest

the faint taste of matcha on my tongue,

leaves rustling by the garage door,

I see them reflected in my minds eye

distant pulsars

distant pulsars whom I am directing my awareness to

and the farthest reaches of superclusters

not for the purposes of analytical deliberation

but to flatten the ego

I am the largest patterns in the cosmos

I know not their form

There is a delicateness in the movement of human consciousness

I know you have felt it too

I see you…

“Can I sing to you?”

“Can I talk to you?”

“Can I do your taxes?”

That love is raw

You often forget

An earthworm turns soil and crops gain new hope

Autumnal afternoon sunlight dapples grass in a glade in the Evergreens

A moose picks his way through stark branches in the freezing Tundra

Love permeates every corner of being

The lioness sinks her teeth into a young gazelle

Later she melts into the waiting mouths of maggots

And a scientist discovers that energy cannot be created,

nor destroyed,

only transformed

“Can I sing to you?”

A song of universal love

Ants build towers of granular mud by the roadside

Rain falls, the towers are washed away

A man walks by

Seeing nothing

Primates erect towers of steel and stone on the earth’s side

Trust falls, the towers are washed away

The galaxy turns

Seeing nothing

“Can I sing to you?”

You ask me with your eyes

Of course you can

I reply

moss growing silently on rocky plateau in the Andes,

tree frog glistens, croaks song in the Amazon night

Autumnal afternoon sunlight dapples grass in a glade in the Evergreens

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