IN THE INSTANT

In my cells, marrow, DNA,

I know.

Irrefutably, inexplicably:

  beyond matters’ very edges

or spacetime’s linearity

the sacred self embodies

a primordial certainty;

nothing to do with cranial stuff - albeit the heart, is portal -

Wo-Man knows the story

and its quintessence.

The surety is we ride storms

and star-walk,

can rise divinely fearless,

with reverence and awe,

joy in the bones, blood and every breath.

Embracing the enormity of light and dark;

epiphanies with desolation

at once.

Electromagnetics and Gravity:

catch them if you can!

What folly to pin down a rainbow,

find the stuff of consciousness 

or hold grace in your (im)mortal hands.

Every moment spins, spirals 

arbitrarily shifting;

 autonomous, ineffably resonant in parabolas, chords - paradoxical hyperboles, 

  not even relative, anymore.

Be-coming and undoing,

pushing and pulling

evolving and revolving -

be-ing eternal.