its simplicity
riding atop the rise of each breath
within the quiet of the chambered heart
an eternal pause
exploding possibility
what are the chances ?
the evening of odds
against this cosmic back drop
psychic objects in motion
this stream of preceptive perception
the mind and ..
clockwork of probablity
astringent mathematics of changing variables
the mundane
rigid and relentless
reasoning excuses
logically abusing
the heart
philosophical whispers
Kafka and broken promises
or Nietzsche in tears
and with the refusing
that we are nothing
no more
to bathe in the brightness
and then slowly close our eyes
as the stream diverts
alive to the music
the uniqueness within pattern
beating aloud
the emotive pace
and we reach forward
and clutch into the depth of the stars
to grasp dimension
to bring to our lips
and savor the sweetness
and exhale the meaning
that , and this
Is
and nothing in a moment
becomes everything
radiant and infinite ...
chances
on that sea of possibility
where one will always rise
like the sun
I see in your eyes
Copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral