Choice

Prismatic

Emotions flow. One way and another. A prismatic marvel of streams coursing in all directions. Some steady, some trickle. Some blaze through, some bubble, and some flow deep.

Today I noticed them flowing, and realized I needed not follow them as they swept past me. Often I have, and sometimes I've been swept unheeding into unsightly swamps and raging currents.

Today I noticed them flowing, and I was aware they were not me. That awareness freed me into choosing my own flow. Thank.

Selective Magnetism

There is no victory.
There is no loss.
There is Now.
In It I Am.

Victory is relative to loss. To a state where victory is not. And there is no other state. There is one state. It is Now.

Better and worse walk the same trail. And good and bad. These words are broad labels that indicate attraction and repulsion. Selective magnetism.

And thus are built castles of wants, furnished with achievements, and moated with boundaries.

Light

I’d like to say now, as I write
A marvel I beheld today.
I had just swum a mild session,
and as I made my way out, I saw the light.

Two dots of clear sparkles caught my eyes,
much literally, each one caught one,
for the sparkles were one and the same
droplet prisming sunlight onto my face.

One sparkle shone red, the other white,
one a web of light, the other a star.
Within each star ray I could tell
a thousand micro-sections of fragmented light,
‘tween orange, red, slight green, and white,
my eyes wide open in delight.

Within the web, each curve was its own.
Minute eye shifts stretched and flexed them,
as the whole web morphed to fit them,
each following the curves of my own
eyes’ and goggles’ surface.
As I stared on in

And when I moved my eyes, I found
the sparkles slid along
the standard color gradient!
White turned to violet, blue, and green,
while red became orange, yellow, green.
Attempting to equalize the sparkles,
I found a place right in between,
where both lights were a yellow-green,
though they hinted of the adjacent
colors on their borders, nascent
hints of what the spectrum held
just beyond that spot.

And not just colors varied,
the shapes within them too.
at times the star became a web,
and then, the web became two
that overlapped, each one its own,
one green, the other blue,
and sometimes I saw others as well,
all these colors there and true.

I thought “how to record this?”,
then realized this view
was just its own, required my two eyes,
my very position, the goggles I wore,
that exact droplet exactly there,
the sunlight angle hitting it bare,
and even as this I came to think,
I began to see the sparkles shrink,
as the ground’s turning, quick and steady,
moved the sun’s precise incidence angle,
and the spectrum I saw also receded,
not red to blue to white anymore,
I managed red to green alone.

With increased respect for this transient gift,
I watched the sparkles that my eyes lit,
(or they did them? Dependent,
on what it means to light,
whether to provide light or awareness)
watched them wane and dwindle,
to the last bits of twinkling red,
just like I’ve watched the sun set,
also, each only its own.