"to see the world in a grain of sand"
its not the flame of setting suns
nor the deer in flight
that sends me to thrall

rather the strivings that we share
and how the form we
sculpture there and here
creates potential
movements of our walk
upon these fields of being
something passed to generations
something for the real
something sculping all the ways to feel

Ah …a seer fully present in the day’s

Of number’s worth

And every second placing all upon

His gold -rimmed plate

The pure reality

Delight in struggles passion for the real

So carefully exposing one small

World in “grains of sand”

Each holographic image

Of the All

A perfect reach

And knowledge of the once

Eternal fall

The shaman with a foot in endless worlds

And present for the rituals that mark the path

(A stroking of the foot that set this path to his delights)

Rattles shaking

Ethers wisely finding/choosing herbs to heal

Or words to make us feel

With breadcrumbs from the meals

Last makings

For the Queen of linen

Building alters to the male

The Muse and inspiration for these bardic tales

The Goddess guise

Full form

Sea priestess for the Mage

An offering in gestures of a home

The living’s perfect throne

Where high on stadiums of ancient gods

The least can see

The parting of the oceans

And a way to Sea

So if I am a witness

As adjacent grain of sand

With sweet abandon do I hear your tales of rhyme

And I

Like her

Contain the whole of being there

As goddess of the life we all must share

As part of all the place and form of being

Building yet another alter there

To lay

In perfect prone

For all in adoration of the worth

Upon the shore of endless sands

In gratitude to all the lesser gods of Earth

And Matter

All mere elements beyond the perfect 4

This mortal coil hosts

Offerings of light upon the endless alters

Flowers from the garden of potential

A beauty rare

There

Portrayed

In simple presence

Of two hearts alone together in the round

My bliss is in the

Actuality of love in all its frailties

Held slightly there intact by choice

My bliss is knowing that this world holds beings

Wrapped in maps of greater strivings

Than the billboards set for drones in thrall

My bliss is knowing that if all this place of matter disappears

In angst

Or star-formed cataclysm

Random dire events forced by the averages of time

That there was on the shores of being

Two mere lovers in the round

Fully there

And present to the simple place of love’s intent

A struggle for the things of life

That’s meant to bee

Perfect presence on the path of

One mere

Poet’s brief encounter

With infinity

....(written with lv and respect for lover's held in perfect presence to the everydays)