BURNING BUSH

Those quantum people

have everything

in an uproar.

I recently read they

say the past is as

indeterminate as the

future. And where does

that leave us,

I want to know?

Floating free, I imagine,

in the vastness of our

own imaginations.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Or the big one,

on the wall...

Camus’ first truth?

The real stuff,

the big stuff,

the most important stuff,

gets poured as buckets

of water into an ocean,

so nothing is distinct

from anything else.

Non-linear time means

everything that ever

happened is happening

right now, in a hot bolero,

entwined in some serpentine,

sensual music from

way back… and tomorrow...

and now… to make

Ravel writhe in ecstasy.

“I tell you the truth,

before Abraham

came into existence,

I am.” And what does all

that have to do with gravity

and the speed of photons

just now here from an array

of indeterminate pasts

a billion light years away?

Or me...

in my existential catharsis

of consciousness contained

in God the Universe,

whose words are more than

meaning and become substance…

that galaxy over there,

that star, black hole,

solar system, planet, moon,

asteroid, Earth,

humanity,

me.

My ego-self,

my emotional id at war,

this deep desire to separate

soul from spirit,

heart from mind,

to rightly divide the Word,

In the beginning

was the Word,

and the Word

was with God

And the Word is

God.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as I read this, I was humming the Stones' song "she's so cold"--

"I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire, I'm the bleeding volcano"---

[jacob erin-cilberto]

because of ego, we no longer believe...the soul at war with the spirit...the past makes no sense...the past we are forging now in the present...and it leaves little room for future.
j.

[Alla Antsis]

The real stuff,

the big stuff,

"the most important stuff,
gets poured as buckets
of water into an ocean,
so nothing is distinct
from anything else" Oh how I can connect to these words, Vol! Just brilliant!