We were separated at birth,

the torrent, Alluvion, came

sudden like and the

massacred ego, awash

in the tempest hue,

had no harbor against

time.

The images after, constructed

from Native spirits

untethered in the cold

inferno of an endless winter,

emerged from…

Ponder this . . .

Life is just a Stream,

Thought, in Mind Divine,

It moves beyond Perception

Where time, collapsed, remains unknown.

Newly born Stars, Planets spinning,

Naught but New Ideas unfolding;

Plants and Animals, All of human consciousness,

Just a thread within the Stream.

Inspiration comes, a Shock stirring the Nebulae,

Awakening potential, the birth of emergent form.

Cause…