Another year almost gone
And where
And what is it
The earth has made one more journey around the sun
The sun has inched its way or miled its way or mega-miled its way
A few degrees around the periphery of the galaxy
The earth has spun just a bit more than 365 times upon its axis
We have been hot and cold
The moon has spooned and spun
Phased in and out
A dozen times or so
We have had
Our moments of calm and our lunatic binges
The tide has risen and dropped 12 times
We have had our ups and downs
Millions have died
And millions more have been born
The crystals grow
Bacteria munch
The biosphere breathes in and gives off gas
A year almost gone
A million years have gone
Billions of years have gone
And before the Earth was born
No one, not even God
Knew what time it was
There was a mountain and now it is a hill
There was a swamp and now it is a mountain
A star exploded
Another sucked itself into eternal darkness
And more stars danced into existence
Elements formed and transformed in the fiery furnace
of the stellar smelter
Species come and go
Life and energy play in ways
Beyond our imagination
And before the Big Bloom
There was only imagination
And then perhaps
Love
And I was just going to say that I love “The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock”
And think about what that means
Perhaps nothing more than that I love beauty and mystery and soft touches
And imagination creates beauty and mystery and
My heart responds with a soft touch
The Egyptians say that Ptah conceived the universe in his heart
And created with his Word
But still before Ptah
The darkness was there
The dark energy undulating to some unknown vibe
And so before being could be
Ptah had to plant his seed of light
Into the vibrating womb
And some say sound gives birth to light
And that may be
Did Ptah reach such a frenzied pitch singing his primal song of love
Such frantic frequencies
That he exploded in the pleasure
Of light
Is the Big Bang actually the Big Orgasm
And we
Children of that ancient union
Imagination giving birth to love and song
Song giving birth to ecstasy
And ecstasy giving birth to light
Perhaps, but I think not quite right.
Feels true but not quite, because
For there to have been so much delight
There must have been some wine
Indeed, there must have been some wine
And who brought the wine?
The Flawed Guru 