Delightful

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

I am dancing in the courtyard

Garden fountain flowing

The music’s in the summer breeze

There are flowers in my hair

This dress is swishing softly

The grass bedecked with dew

There’s a tension to this moment

Each step, each turn, each beat

Will he step forward to the dance

Or back again with chilly feet

The moon is shining brightly

The dawn is soon to break

This dance is almost over

The pipes have all been played

My arms are tracing patterns

Against the starry morn

The spell is almost finished

Fate is almost cast

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

silhouette of ballet dancer
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Did You Mind

Did you mind your manners

Did you mind the wait

Do you mind the suffering

Does your mind abate

Have you played your role

Did you take the stage

Have you danced all night

Do you mind your age

Will you mind the changes

That arrive by fate

Will the chance encounters

Bring you to your knees

Do the winds of fortune

Blow in gale or breeze

Will you rise and fly

Or hunker and sink

Are you digging a grave

Do you mind a drink

Have you planned to live

Are you well resigned

For an end is near

Whether life or time

Have you packed your bags

Are you ready for boarding

Did you mind the flight

Are you disembarking

The end is nigh

The end is night

Here comes the sun

A morning bright

Will you begin again

And again begin

With the sweeping dawn

After settling dusk

A new moon

A strange horizon

Do you mind the time

Do you mind the times

Do you mind the mind

Aspirations of a Bubble Universe

There was the void

An aching, fluid darkness

How long did it grow there

Taking shape

Expanding

Until

Pierced from without

Into the void flowed

Cosmic dust and starlight

Injected in swirling galactic eddies

Did sentient beings evolve

Living, warring, breeding, dying

As the stars drifted in the universal currents

In a cruel reversal of fate

Moments later

Eons later

The void collapsing

The stars, the planets, the light drawn along

A single strong current

Black hole with undeniable pull

Wormhole with inescapable grasp

Devouring every star

Swallowing every particle

Every mote removed

Until even

The void itself withdrew

Replaced by nothing

The former edges of the universe

Become a single layer

In spacetime

Somewhere

Somewhen else

A darkness begins to expand

silhouette of mountain under starry night
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I had a scary medical thing happen, which I wrote about here in the post Buried Alive. Yesterday, I went to have the biopsy done.

My friend drove me to what would have been the biopsy. She left me when they led me back into a second reception room. Even though I knew there would be a terrific chance of survival, a cancer diagnosis is still scary – more procedures, more doctor’s appointments, more expense, possible side effects would all have been in order.

The procedure was explained, what to expect, who would be in the room, the order things would happen, the equipment which would be used, the sounds that would be made – a very thorough and welcome explanation. And then the doctor came in to speak with me – to answer questions, and explain that there was a good chance that what had shown up as a suspicious spot might have been just a shadow.

Waiting in the small reception room with some wallflowers.

Just a shadow.

And they would try to confirm or deny. If there was no spot, then no biopsy. Nothing to biopsy. No cancer.

But they could go ahead and aspirate that cyst if I liked, either way. Yes, please.

They used an imaging scanner during the aspiration, and I watched the whole thing, which is as described above in the poem. I continue to be amazed at medical technology, and grateful to the people who learn it, use it, and who bring their compassion with them to their jobs.

And that is how I have come to have needed no biopsy, and have aspirations instead.

I told them that my dreams of being irradiated could wait for, perhaps, another day.

It was a good day to find out I don’t have cancer.

Later that day, I walked up to get some ice cream.

Walked by the old railroad tracks which have been converted into a walking/biking trail.

It was a beautiful day for ice cream.

Small Illumination

When the night falls silently

Cloaked over the restless day

Fears of the dark and unknown

Rising within and surrounding without

Each step feels fraught

Will the ground hold

Will the path stay steady

Is there a missed obstruction

Feet tripping over downed branches

Choices not taken or rued

How the heart beats faster

Shallows in the breath

The ominous quiet pervades

Calm is the challenge

Centering within

Cultivating a small illumination

That window to an infinite light

Texturing a peace

Like still water refelecting

The light of the round moon

Whole

Through the mists of fate

One sure step taken

To reveal the next

This is how, then

The journey resumes

In this small illuminated place

Fragile (with audio)

Sandcastles and porcelain

The ice layer formed just above flowing water

A second day bruise

We build and build

Careers

Identity

Relationships

Longing for longlasting

Pieced together like paper thin ice

Over an air pocket above flowing water

Drop the porcelain

See it shatter into sharp shards

Watch the waves of time wash away the work

Of a lifetime

And we build and build

Ants pouring out of a nest to remove and replace

Each misplaced grain of sand disturbed by the giant feet of fate

And one day we breathe

A pause in the scurry-hurry tedium

And listen to who we are

Who we are

Who are we

What are we

A small flame in the dark night

The rise of the sun glowing on the horizon

The waves reaching for the shore

Coming close then retreating

The sprout of a seed in a slow rise to heaven

Breathing life into every action

Breathing love into every thought

We leave building behind us

And reveal ourselves

The revelation arrived on the breath

The flow unstoppered flows from the vessel

Nothing has changed

Everything is different

The outer is still fragile

Unforgiving

Inside is strength eternal

Compassionate

We dare to love

We dare to dream

Building once again with reverence

Building once more with intention

Understanding that it will

Of course

All wash away

It will shatter

And it is worth it

Still

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