cosmic ride – foto by Smith
To Every Man Who Seeks Cosmic Funk
I tie illusory lie to flux flower
Like Lotus flow which rises pristine from dark and dirty water
Like Lotus flux which blooms and seeds simultaneously
The Cosmos is and isn’t is
Was and wasn’t was
Won’t and will be will be
Cradle and grave in deathless life
Succor, sucker, sorter, seeker
Holographic halo
That happily helps and hopes you’re well
While simultaneously not caring
Even crushing and collapsing
With indifference due diligence
In simple angle sans anger
The Cosmos is cosmic comic
A ventriloquist’s mime
A virtual mine
A more than maybe mind
That can help or hurt or heel
Whichever reel real you reveal
Is up or down to you
Ask, and ye shall receive, maybe
Don’t ask, get got anyway
But most of all smile
Grin through grim
Laugh
For whatever it is
It plays
Has a sense of humor
Responds to rumor
So respect your say and sway
And stay okay
— © Steven B. Smith, 2-17-2011
Everyman asked Lady and I to write something about the Cosmos for his upcoming Recycled Rainbow Cosmos Gathering this September in eastern Ohio recycledrainbow.org/elevation.php.
Lady gave him metaphysic flow with her We are the Cosmos, so I offered the philosophic verse above.
trinity – assemblage & foto by Smith