...Once upon waking on a morning before the Sabbath

I recalled the dreams of that night of shadows

fondly listening to the memories of an explosive

insight that brought me to that truth that love

grows infinitely at an exponential rate beyond

our understanding and that it is just fine and

dandy that although I shall grow in that marvelous

existence of love alongside my love of the universe

I shall never be capable of becoming treasonous to

any degree of that forever growing thing called

Divine Creation...

.

...I licked the slime form off my lips and stretched my arms

and my imagination knowing that I was far closer

to the creak of a cricket than I was to that or

those infinite minds that created me from out of

the atomic dust of that thing called infinite space and/or

heaven and that nothing was wrong with kneeling to

my heart and essence and always thanking them for their

existence not mine while I hear their comment that

for them it is always the other way around and despite

my infinite dumbness that most of the time a handshake

and a kiss on the cheek would be much better...

.

...As my eyes began to surface above those waters of

that salty body called ocean I knew that I had

found something called land and had that intense

desire to explore that different thing and forgetting

that I owed much to that stuff called plant and that

those probable great grandparents of mine didn't mind

if I grew into something so different from that ooze

of my birth and wouldn't care if I forgot for a few

historic moments that the greatest of loss is not

knowing that we are of something that creates not

only in love but also in the wisdom of contrast...

Previously published in, "The Awakenings Review," Volume 3, Number 2, Fall 2005