down-light

[AlchemiA]

what if light is the language of Star

and Star is the language of night

and night is an under-understood feeling of ineffable space

where the infinite writes insight, with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen

into particles ‘n photons that zeal; that seems to me to be so very real …

then our shadow slow-diving on the ground is a reminder of the night we always carry ’round…

 

 

down-light

 

halting-stars we are, aching

for the vastness of space,

that lonely-only place

where heat-beats swell

on the edge of night -

 

here we are sun~bending toward a red-ochre sky,

a gnarled branch, and bony-finger reach

for a cloudy-whirl, white on blue,

all the while curling-roots 'round

stones of earth, star-imbued mud

for sipping nameless elements of course -

 

we lurch in wind, whimper for the climb,

make leaf-song, slow-swelling from Sun

drenched dirt, the blood of longing serpents-up,

from deeper whirl'ds-turn'd where harder-roots have

sunk

 

into the electron-cloud where numinous-valences are allowed,

which are inspired to arise, such that lead becomes gold

glowing as a singular-sight, vortex'd through Quantum tunnels

that make our body bright -

 

just another rapturous transmutation

of matter into light

Edited June 2, 2011 by AlchemiA

[LordWushin]

Well done, very interesting!