observer...stop observing

observer... stop observing,

collapsing the wave function,

destroying information.

bubbles burst,

shadows run from the light

and dewdrops vanish by noon,

someone once said.

lightning flashes, thunders, and then vanishes

but do dreams really leave at dawn?

pieces and pieces of binding energy,

yet we are not falling apart,

just falling into something different.

oscillating volts

in flux, the ever changing self

must remain equanimous

in seven beneficial perceptions

all experiencing time differently.

mining metaphors

in content and style,

words function and articles weave

deep into the secret life of pronouns.

-impermanence -suffering -not-self

mark our existence,

revealing who we are

until we meet in awkward eye contact

like squirming buddhas that must decide...

what really matters is matter!

before and after,

survivors from the flame deluge

remember in quantum fog

of the stable dropletons,

find and describe perceptronium

spinning on a surface of revolution,

each tiny toroid in minkowski space

blowing through gabriel’s horn,

trumpeting a new form.

nothing from nothing

refracted and bent in g-d’s green flash,

a mirage of image

our consciousness blindly grasps,

observer... stop observing.