The Big Note

Planting seeds in eternity.

A bird flies by in agreement.

Reminds me of two birds I saw yesterday…

I don’t know what kind they were…

fan tailed, pea hen size, they flew between trees.

I heard them before I saw them.

Their cries were strident, harsh, ungraceful.

Their feathers were understated, luminous, tasteful.

Eternity.

Unfathomable…inscrutable…essence of mystery.

You can hold in your hand a billion year old rock.

Almost two centuries since Beethoven was alive,

March, 2027 music lasted two hundred years,

sounds as fresh now as it did then.

How do you feel about music?

How do you feel about eternity?

“In a moment there is time.”

Is now any different than eternity?

Can you remember the color of your mother’s eyes?

Lazing in eternity, therefore, plenty of time,

one moment after the next, breeze from fan,

broken down blue jazz doom music is mellow,

fun house amusement prone old pre casket but

horizontal mostly lately cause easiest way to 

be old/almost young/I cut myself some slack.

The mind is a terrible/universe/omnipresence 

and lots more big words strung together…using

20%(?)of it trying to figure out the universe when

the human brain is the macrocosm in the 

microcosm…the universe is scaleable down 

to the human brain….”Ahem! Keep moving!

Nothing to see here, folks!”

(gotta keep the rubes in line.)

(imagine if little green men are watching…

all our control mechanisms down the toilet.)

On a little green marble 

in the center of the mandala

in the center of space.

“Any point in space is the center of space.”

“So, what’s your point?”

So, you really think,

given the immensity of the universe,

that humans are the only intelligent beings therein?

Huh.