On Geraniums, Cosmology and Love
phishgod
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On Geraniums, Cosmology and Love
Circly, hoop,
spiraled double helix,
physically, chemically—
neurons firing,
pleasures zones:
erotic sensuality.
It is
then, at
this moment
of exquisite
collision, when
the visions
begin their
merger anima,
morphed twins,
blended souls—
poetica mathematica,
muse meteorica
of astronomers
and mythos:
cosmologically blessed.
The simple
explanation,
of red geraniums,
is magic,
is joy,
is two
beautiful hearts
reflected in
Salzburg crystal
and leafy
green oaks
in sacred
groves of
ancient mystery.
Little rituals—
Blessing Way,
Druidian talisman,
healing sticks:
alchemy of
ideas oozing
amino acids’
cosmic goop
mingling minds
(breathing synchronicity
of eyes
locked together),
circled, looped,
spirally ascendant.
As lichens
to moss
carpeting a
rock (solid)
symbiotic terrarium
(Gaia’s garden)—
fertile, fecund,
blooms blazing
as stars
in our
agate eyes.
Full circle
now, genetic
hoop spiraling,
the geranium’s
flowering within.
This is,
of course,
a poem
of beautiful
red flowers,
geranium love—
blooming within.
--January 13, 2002
@pth
Circly, hoop,
spiraled double helix,
physically, chemically—
neurons firing,
pleasures zones:
erotic sensuality.
It is
then, at
this moment
of exquisite
collision, when
the visions
begin their
merger anima,
morphed twins,
blended souls—
poetica mathematica,
muse meteorica
of astronomers
and mythos:
cosmologically blessed.
The simple
explanation,
of red geraniums,
is magic,
is joy,
is two
beautiful hearts
reflected in
Salzburg crystal
and leafy
green oaks
in sacred
groves of
ancient mystery.
Little rituals—
Blessing Way,
Druidian talisman,
healing sticks:
alchemy of
ideas oozing
amino acids’
cosmic goop
mingling minds
(breathing synchronicity
of eyes
locked together),
circled, looped,
spirally ascendant.
As lichens
to moss
carpeting a
rock (solid)
symbiotic terrarium
(Gaia’s garden)—
fertile, fecund,
blooms blazing
as stars
in our
agate eyes.
Full circle
now, genetic
hoop spiraling,
the geranium’s
flowering within.
This is,
of course,
a poem
of beautiful
red flowers,
geranium love—
blooming within.
--January 13, 2002
@pth
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& to tell you
"you're Golden",
& since this her poem,
I guess that's
a prettycool reply.
phishgod
My most humbled hellos and ahoy-hoys back to that modern marvel of a mosquito!