“To see things only in the nature of atomic structures is to bind yourself to the third dimension“.  Arguellos

If all could be said and done,
will the time-torn two in me be revealed
to be healed and resealed into what I feel
I once knew as love’s chosen one?
Or must I simply trade one complication
for another and another, a runner running
on a run toward a wide horizon
that winks its eye and disappears like day-old sun
as I near the vector
where others sip a toxic nectar
once and once again?
Welcome to the great illusion,
this house of mirrors where as soon as we realize
the truth of our intrusion,
that it is not real even though it comes in colors
and babies and deaths and loving lovers,
and that we peek
only at a distraction that obscures the direction
of the way we seek,
can we turn at last away
and move on to the next reflection
once we reflect upon
the riddles in the reason that we entered so long ago.
“What did we exactly come here to finally know?
Revelation reveals
Heaven’s hurricane steals
all the small things,
except for our wings,
away.

Mt Shasta manzanita, mountain stone, metal, selenite.