My Quantum poetry is like
that moment you get to a lake
after a hot day.
The traffic was rediculous,
You worked outside all day
You really wanted a drink,
to kick your shoes off and do nothing all night.
Except listen to your waterfalls and crickets around a fire.
Here at the lake…
Water sparkles beckoning me to the center.
My quantum poetry is like
a million thoughts in that one moment
summing up the completion of a lifetime
this and last; good and bad energy and raising vibes.
My quantum poetry is like that water
still and cool to the touch as I paddle to the center.
Tree’s and mountains completely surrounding me
as I balance and do yoga totally present in the moment.
focused on everything to balance
as the sun penetrates my skin.
My Quantum poetry is like the breath.
As I slowly move through all the poses
in my practice.
I am keenly aware
of my inhalation keeping my center.
Gravity is the matrix
of energy I regulate
knowing eventually
one pose is going to send me over the edge.
Totally saturated in the middle of the lake,
in the middle of Giai’s womb.
My quantum poetry is like my quantum spirituality
educated and ravious in finding balance.
Illuminating the darkness
covering my soul like a patchwork quilt
picking patches of what feels good
to keep my warm
at night
giving me something I can feel.
Meditating as I sew it all together
knotting each wish as
we are stardust.
we are our own shooting stars
as our conciousness is fleeting
