And She Rested

When your eyes don’t focus do you see what you dream?

Don’t look . Don’t stare . Gaze without being There.

It never goes away, the swirling path ..

Neural vision flowing through .. Cherry Horizon ..

Salt-filled Sky .. Every Shadow returns your gaze ..

Real matters not and knowing less ..
this is bigger than you, and you are not me ..
and there was god crashing through trees,
and pagodas on mountain breeze,
and cloudbursting dancing fireflies,
the sequence disrupted delightedly
colored camphor cake
dizzy desert expanse’ses
feather aquifer floating pools
tickling moonlight shafts falling on silence.

And She saw that it was good and rested.