FEAST

Upon a balcony perched,

The fall waves wandering ashore,

a shower gently seats itself

upon my Northeastern View.

 

Cur-PLUNK: deep wave or two

Stand out amongst the wandering,

soft, yet robust flow,

Making a name for themselves

Amongst the Timeless composition

of Seaside sound.

 

Majestically too, a pier stands out

A mile to the north, a staff

To said music, waves

Playing along its lines.

 

Did poetry rear its lovely head

As I only meant to identify

My place from where I create

This morning, this peninsula, this ocean, this Earth, this Cosmos?

 

I sit in a minute moment

Amongst uncountable infinite moments,

all containing, yet uncontained,

All that serves my Enlightenment.

My Divine manifestations of millions-trillions of simultaneous moments

All made for my light human

To choose from and delight in

Like so many chocolates come Christmas morn.  Feast.

 

COMMENTARY (loop)

Feast, my beloved companion, for there is no end, so feast as if you get that fact, until you really do understand and appreciate there is no such thing as scarcity, except in your old tales and Kyosaki’s left quadrant, where so many consciousness’ lay trapped in the ruin of old belief systems.  Feast!

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