And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite…
                                                S.T. Coleridge

A dragon circles a tortoise
Balancing four elephants on its shell
& the elephants carry the world
Creation begins as sound & light & color
& forms form an orb of consciousness
Drawing forth circlets around the source

Experience never follows a blueprint
Spokes from the central source move
Pavonine  (of or like a peacock)
Listen to me please
Speak not in conflict
Demarcate an inside distinct from an outside

The potential before the totality
Has permeable contours   
Confounding beginnings & ends

Life feeds itself
A single image
Begets & weds

Passing through all things
Cursive desires
Pillow books

The edge of the sea
Holds the world &
Contains the universe