Walking Purposelessly
walking purposelessly...
quite aimlessly in countershading,
blending with the darkness from below
and with the light coming from above,
the directionless mindful walker is never lost.
in the deep stillness of a winter forest,
the sound of footsteps on a carpet of leaves
dies away under two towering beech friends.
black against the gray sky,
their branches point separate ways,
sharing, each to their own light
but their roots are so intertwined,
if one was to die so would the other.
answers are hidden in the secret life of trees.
nursing sick stumps with a sugary solution,
sending out warnings of danger
through electrical signals across a fungal network,
now that is wild talk, an ancient wood wide web.
standing purposelessly...
quite aimlessly in countershading,
blending with the darkness from below
and with the light coming from above,
light streams on again off again,
bouncing off mirrored towers, contemporary
elevator loft overlooks another dark city.
offering claps of approval, give me your hand
the one given to the clawhammer.
dance fingers put the words to music.
vibrations too good for this world,
hear him in drones and rolls.
lifting, lifting, lifting, swirl, repeat banjo burden.
sweet whistles and forgotten rap lyrics,
duelling three finger up picks,
a long neck vega stands in the corner.
swimming purposelessly...
quite aimlessly in countershading,
blending with the darkness from below
and with the light coming from above,
a ship of osmena pearl
one argonaut propelled to the chine.
floating downstream, nacre slowly peels away
paper nautilus celebrations
disappear in a metamorphosis of perfection.
the leader of the caterpillar army
falls from the rabble, a kaleidoscope drop.
one blue butterfly drip and owl apophenia everywhere.
there is never clarity in a clowder,
or serenity in a scourge,
troop, or cluster.
a bee preserved in amber
eventually melts in decay.
all the flower nectar disappears,
blown with the bee in a firestorm.
wild primitive animals, ravenous ephemerata!
sitting lotus... purposelessly!
quite aimlessly in countershading,
blending with the darkness from below
and with the light coming from above...
pulled out of the tree
to eye the future of humanity
in seven possibilities of best case scenarios.
~the future does not need us!
who wants to be stuck in a self imposed status quo?
could humans be reengineered
to live in harmony with a perfectly controlled nature,
that quintessential paradise, a bright green earth?
~ perhaps there will be extinction at singularity,
or humans will live in the grace of machines
in cybernetic meadows and forests.
~some musks say, we must get off this rock!
rise fermi paradox but simply try we must.
~sitting here lotus downloading,
wishing humans could upload their inner space,
imagine the power of a matrioshka brain in a dyson sphere.
~fantasize about an eternal utopian life,
every religion does. imagine a virtual heaven on earth,
call it the hedonistic imperative.
no more pain or suffering only pleasure,
orgasmic living in a constant state of bliss may be boring.
~in a far off distant future, consciousness heads to omega.
matter, energy, space, and time (MEST) migrate,
(STEM) space, time, energy, matter migrate,
a cosmological transcension, a biocentric black hole!
collective intelligence takes a quantum jump escape from this universe.
unfolding legs to plank, wishing to be walking purposelessly,
quite aimlessly in countershading,
blending with the darkness from below
and with the light coming from above,
humans still sleep... ravenous ephemerata!
