Here in my outer place

The stars circle around me

As I lay in the grass of terra firma

An ocean of six envelopes my aura

Filling all my empty wounds

Places I’ve visited before pass slowly above me

Like beacons from a lighthouse

Guiding me back towards the path I will shape

Crystal soaking in the zytohol of foreign fields

Dances through my lips

As I remove myself a little more

Leaving an imprint of my mind

On the footsteps behind

In this outer place

I will return to form

Like retracing the lines of origami flattened by the hand of createlessness

Soft rain begins to fall

Like meteors kissing the atmosphere too hot

A sizzle of sweetness

When framed just right

And out of place

Mellow rhythms beat out from a green heart

Like spring reopening its eyes

From a nebula of time

Peace resounds in my outer place

Not because I am there

But because I am within

Like seeds of the pomegranate

Just turned ripe

And succulent

Out of place

In the expanse of time

I dance to the wave that welcomes me

Lining up to dine

Attracting all colors of the tongue

To sing a chorus that reverberates with wistfulness and wisdom

Shaping the outer place back inside

For all things are reflections of thought

And sometimes

Duality finds its way into the center

Reborn