mass less particle
expressing an existence
empty of essence
bound only in acting…
you gotta move.
No waiting for it all to
roll up to you.
(with apologies to Milan Kundera)
The bee moves unknowingly,
Trading pollen for nectar
Essence for essence
Essence for flowers
Essence for air
Essence for environment.
Unknowing of the grand contributing/consuming
Value of the bee.
Unknowing is the bee of the spring gales,
The gale of probability…
The gale of otherwise pleasant rainy days
That both beats down and force up flowering plants,
The gale that blows the bee violently of his course
His essence, his existence
His existence is very light.
His unknowing is very heavy
The unbearable lightness of bee-ing
Boundless movement of me
Kinetic energy within
Creating my own structure of being
The “what-is-of-now” born
Bounded stillness of me
Potential energy within
Created from the event -horizon
of me The formless, shapeless, now-&-then- less
The mechanical boundaries of us
Exchanging energy between
Perpetually fueling, freeing, and binding us
Organic machines within machines