They see a shape upon a screen,
A boundary measured, sharp and small,
A box of miles, a cube defined,
With finite length and structured wall.
But like the blue box in the storm,
Or nesting dolls of painted wood,
The outside is a gentle cloak
For depth that can’t be understood.
For look closely at the coastline’s edge,
Where rivers turn to starlight swirls,
You dive into a single drop
To find a thousand hidden worlds.
And in the deepest, quiet space,
Buried within the patterned trace,
A perfect baby universe
Reflects the Father’s starting place.
This is the map of how we live,
The spark of bird, the breath of man,
Each soul a wave of energy
Returning where it first began.
Into the great and golden cube,
Where rest and vibrant rivers meet,
An endless territory wakes
Beneath our unencumbered feet.
And just when every world seems full,
The Master takes the cosmic pen,
To fold the fabric back once more
And bid the new earth start again.
A tapestry of worlds in worlds,
Where life expands and never ends,
And every soul that passed to peace
Deep in the fractal grace ascends.
Fractal Fluidity-:-
paisley
patterns
infinite
geometric
recursion
in a FLOWING STATE OF MIND
inner
mandalas
symmetry
mindful
moment
entering ZENTANGLE ZONE
evolution
formation
surrounds
sensory
soother
larry was a lime, a slimy man in shifty shoes,
lime was also a lucy, she was a tulip tipped in toes,
jerry, mere in dear to the limes,
shot 2 limes but both two times,
the shot went thru the shoe,
and displosio!
Visible
Invisible
Its aura.
Wrapping
And unwrapping me.
Once in a while
Made of electric.
In blue tissue
My fractal flower.
Who I Might Have Been
David J Walker
Ever since
You came home
Things haven’t been
The same
Things that I remembered
Have been rearranged or
Discarded/hidden
in the mounds of dead leaves
Beneath the dying trees
of my youth
A small fire lit under the
rotting truth
Of that which can be set free by flames
Then who’s to say what they might have been
Ever since
You came home.
My bathroom mirror has cracked
Into a fractal filter
I spend my mornings deciding
Who I might have been
today
Is there something, in the sky, or
Simply reflections which catch my eye?
I found my center
And then I saw yours
This dream we created
Has yielded these cores
The story folds in
And is not without you
One day they awaken
To find their center is true
Fractal love will abound
Not one left behind
As the world will astound
In this space without time
One common vision
For all those inside
Each body is charged
To live. To love. To thrive.
To thrive
Falling from the sky, snow
Flow to the sea, rivers
Found underground, crystal
Faint, far glow, galaxy
Fraught with geometry’s
Fathomless gyrations
Forming life’s fair patterns
9/23/16
1, 6, 10, 9, 6, 3, 3, 4, 7, 1, 5,
8, 8,
We
Opined
Vigorously
Worked
And
The
Home
Chicken
Was
Saved
Peckings
Peckings
Fractal Reactors
A golden cloud carrying a
Glittered ambiance of light
Engulfed in a luminesce oil
Immersed in a phosphorus flight
Particles moving inside the oil
Fall as seedlings into the soil
Sparkling like a million star tips
On fractal reactors of energy the soil sips
The power in the oil reaches past all logic
Seeping through the facades of life’s magic
Empowering new growth to the deepest roots
Healing foundational truths inside our earthen boots
Becoming the purist politest for freedom to ring
Burning oil lamps of his reflection our voices sing
Saturating the earth in oiled light from above
One of promise carried over land 'by a single dove
The miracle
Oil in the
Olive Branch
Carole Cookie Arnold
Synthesis to whole
crystallization process
body,mind and soul...
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