Surrounded by circles of debris Made glorious by reflected sunshine The moon's pull warps me into a pulsing dance Thunderstorms from ground to clouds sweep out into space Glowing and flowing wheels within wheels of electrodynamic fields Like seven Kundalini circles overlapping All the way down to the loins where life is reborn. Oceans of life within an ocean is an ocean itself. Dancing to the swaying tides of Poseidon's palace. Recirculating within and above as in the internal tides of each living microcosmos A higher tide of wind is but another aromatic ocean Like the waves surfing through space carrying the royal jelly of super novas. Beyond these lie other seas rarely seen in a place of mind omnipresent where nothing becomes something And something virtually disappears leaving what others call real the train pulls into the station. waking, I join the mulling crowd. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
