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 Worlds within Worlds


secret cathedrals   within dried blossoms   fairy tale dimensions of wonder
what seems crumpled up and gone   breathes silently   has wings
 

surprises us and sighs in waves   wrapped in fibrous eternal crisp existence
new worlds in waiting   ready to erupt   leap into unknown space
 

here we peel away the certainties   allow for dazzling multitudes
marbled flames emerge with clarity
 

shape-shifting leisurely   from dwarf to giant   dinosaur to flea   virus to volcano
from everything or nothing to ALL   out of nowhere   ALL is possible



who would have guessed?
awe is streaming steadily   vanishes into airy fields   stretching far
 


…and nobody would have known…
 

Comments

Ecraig said…
Woooooooow I'm obsessed with these!! 🥀 I was just chatting with a friend about how beautiful flowers are as they die, it's it's own art 🥰🥰🥰
July 1, 2024 at 3:21 PM
Alex K said…
The poem and photographs are beautiful and poignant. I need this living reminder of the unseen and the miraculous!
July 1, 2024 at 8:20 PM
Aysha said…
How did I miss this post...?? What I love about this poem is how I know that the words did not come hastily, that you lived deeply with these dried blossoms for a time. Always you encourage me to ignore my first, second, third, fourth, fifth insight, to be present for longer (and longer, and longer...) than is typical for me, so I can see how everything is not static and known but ever shifting, "new worlds in waiting" !
July 28, 2024 at 10:08 PM
Karina said…
Yes, there is a poem hidden in this entry, as well as in the dried blossoms and in LIFE :)
July 29, 2024 at 2:33 PM
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