(picture caflooey - can be seen on next post up) ;)
"What is it," she asked when I told her we called it the mothership.
"It's a water tower..." I said wondering what else
An imagination might conjure. Across the river, which will look like this come April.
Not so far away now.
The plants are visible now for the first time end of March
As spikes without offshoots of any sort, but we know
What waits in surprise... A lotus of the heart times thousands.
I feel open when I see that expanse out the window.
Sight and form and every sense - all made of the same
Shimmering essence of foundational
Beams of conscious arrayNow the rain pours down to feed the vision.
Mirage of the formed ones
Seems 'real' enough
And yet - we often miss the simplest things, I've found
From looking at myself and really listening to others.
We're 'just drawn that way' but don't have to remain there...
At all.