As If Gathering Energy

The tumbling stops,
As minds quiet here and there.
Animals speak more broadly,
As if holding telepathic circles.
Earth seems abruptly stuck,
As if gathering energy.

And With This an Audible Glow Rises Up

Can your thoughts touch the edge of the universe?
Perhaps span the reaches of all creation?
Into the future?
Into the past?
And with this an audible glow rises up.
A knowing that you too, know.

Drop by Drop Better

Each drop better,
As if the rain picks this place,
You.
Drop by drop better.
Step in or out.
No matter, it will find you none the less.

Perhaps Everything Seems a Bit More "Wavy" and "Flickering"

The cosmic wind blows strong now,
As if shifts in perspective call deep forces.
Footprints into the unknown found,
As if trail-blazers before, now known.
An effortless plying of the energetic kingdom,
Perhaps everything seems a bit more "wavy" and "flickering."

You Write the Script

The open wish has more power,
Like unbridled possibility.
Sort of an "open earth" now,
As the tight grip eases,
In your own mind only perhaps.
You write the script.

A Patch of Open Heaven Here

A lightening of thought,
Like a "sunny day" in the mind,
As if star-light entered your awareness.
A single focus of sorts.
Perhaps you've stepped out of time a bit.
A patch of open heaven here.

Surely You Sense More Than You Think

Archives upon archives in your soul.
How many billions of lifetimes have you lived among the stars?
In this and other galaxies?
In this and other universe?
And yet a single flower touches you so.
Surely you sense more than you think.