Collecting Coincidences

Here’s an admission!

A deep-seated confession,

I’m a coincidence

collector

traveling the world,

running into friends

in random places.

collecting coincidences.

so yeah, but that’s not enough.

Random is not enough!

To be added to my collection

there must be a higher degree

of synchronicity.

So here’s the rift

splitting my world,

not supernatural or fatalistic,

not predetermined,

perhaps, consciously evolving,

making things so,

mind over matter

or matter over mind.

materialism... idealism...

I don’t know, dualism...

who conspires?

Poison, poison, poison... medicine

my mind is opalescent.

The Cambridge coincidence

collector

wants surprising repetitions,

simultaneous events,

parallel lives,

uncanny patterns,

or unlikely chains of events.

Holy deja vu!

What are the chances?

These are everywhere

not so rare,

not purely coincidental.

Here is where you make the sign of three!

In Hebrew, there is only happening...

Mikreh.

No such thing as coincidence,

just divine providence

folded into existence by perception,

solve for the solution.

Remember,

the universe is rarely lazy.

It is fighting for us to be together.

Synchronicity

springs from the deepest

source of destiny.

Pick the Seal of Solomon,

an herbal stamp upon my heart

protected in the harmony of opposites

from the illusion of chaos.

Take the path between worlds,

5375 nasa

lifts up,

5377 nasha,

is utterly beguiling

but don’t be deceived.

pay your debt!

The date of that star

so close, yet so far.

Follow the follower,

Aldebaran

our shield

from shock breakout.

moment to moment,

opal reins in the lightning.

Today the moon

occluded

the sun again,

tripping the lights

on Fortune

taking her course

hither and thither.

Casting shadows on Ouroborus

bending, curling, spooling in the plasma

It splashed jupiter

in a sky pure as opal.

Did you see the tail slither

between the roots

of coincidence,

a splash of diamond shaped color.

The pawn and monopoly piece,

swallowed in the loop

of the golden hooked bill

or beak at the suet.

The owl-eyed man must follow

the butterflies to white down

feathers peopling the hollow

souls of opal.

Tremble with respect,

magnets placed on the trinket shelf

next to the voice

screaming take out the T.C.P. (pct),

drowning out

the other voice in the corner

that calls but never answers back.

Therese! Therese! Rese,

rubbed in silver

what’s your lucky number?

8 tossed in a stack of coins

with 198 reeded edges.

Count!

Feel the heavy anxiety

among spirits?

Soul seeker of coincidence,

tower time

tears down the false

in decline

making room for the truth.

Will one lie replace another?

Shaking the foundation,

blown away by the significance,

just to prove our historical ascent

caught in recurring entanglement,

Worlds within worlds trapped in an opal.

Trinity maidens stamped in gold

honey bee Thria eye coins,

Ostara’s box in porcelain

carved bunny and bee on egg,  

Xantico, Coatlicue, and Metztli

hang silver cut in jade,

precious objects appear

matching date, matching music,

magnets pull no time to spare,

matching diamond and opal earrings   

of antiquity

carried into the next life to spring.

brilliantly. 

Numerous coincidences  

spontaneously erupt

connected by waves of seriality

heard in the soft hum

of a swarm of bees

gently lifting at 190HZ

into unknown bliss or terror.

Deaths, murders, words, numbers,

the universe fights for us to be together.

guzen! hitsuzen!

Meaningless chance

keeps disrupting ordained fate.

Everything is in the mind,

Release...please, please, please!

Did I write the poem

or did the poem write me?

What were the chances of that,

statistically inevitable?

In the garden rare

with all our tokens, we wandered there.

We smiled to see the awkward Bird

of Paradise cut close the white Dove

of peace twisting wreaths. O, they wove

every feather with their merry song

and brought their favorite mate along.

In tufts of flowers they crowned their love.

Skylarks shook season’s final snow

that sadly sighed letting go for marigold.

Quails grew pale in warm ardure

with rainflowers and sumac high.

Pheasants lost in sweet verdure

fluttered in fairy lily. White Zephyr swept by,

hollyhocks and mignonette.

The clever Crow dropped clematis.

Goldfinch twisted in the passiflora

and red amaryllis.

Spiteful Magpies tinctured pink and rue,

purple Finch gave lilac blue.

Bobwhite and lonely Whippoorwill

twisted tight on the chance,

offered birch, broom, and yarrow branch.

Nectar and Sunbirds brought well matched cultivar

and lobelia blue asthmador.

Peacocks brought mimosa

and all the stars burned out in Ria Formosa.

Jasmine and myrtle at our feet they fell

dancing to infinity under the Hawthorn spell.

Falcons fly with magnolia sweets

dropping roses at our feet.

Lady I dreamed again of the old Crane,

lobelia cardinals, and tulip vane.

The cage of paradise raged with fire,

under Altair’s Starbright G-cloud eye.

Two souls wrapped among bay leaves conspire

to disappear. Caged in the spherical beating heart of opal,

jewels twist entangled forever ambrosial.

Putting on her jewelry, the coincidence

collector left striking at the angle of incidence.