Fractal Messenger

Filling the great galactic clusters with stars accounted for, but uncounted

Leaving copious evidence of this same message at the subatomic level

Unknowable and forever far outside any organic experiences

Saying more than we can ever grasp in the gurgling of each tiny creek

Incredibly obvious everywhere we look yet nowhere to be seen

Not alive as in our poor understanding nor dead as we can only witness

Talking to us without a voice in channels outside our senses

Caching the entire mystery complete in uncountable, infinitesimal clues

Bearing not the slightest resemblance to the deities of our childish fairytale afterlives

Hidden from us by our subconscious projections of ourselves upon it

Comporting in timescales and distances far beyond our imaginations

Wholly too ignorant to take part in scholarly debate with clever theologians

Filtering every bit of information through each raindrop in every rainbow

Revealing all its secrets in the moss that grows on the striations of a boulder

Utterly mute in terms of commandments, calls to belief and tests of faith

Dripping all wisdom from every icicle hanging in the late winter sunlight

Blasting forth all knowledge in each burst of radiation from every neutron star

Reciting not a single line of internal dialogs along with our personal saviors

Encrypting the entire message in each of an infinity of absolutely random packets

Perfectly reflected in my limitless ignorance and our greatest discoveries

Neither far away nor inside us, not with us, but never leaving us alone

Expressing everything we know in the change marked by our final breath

Showing its entirety in each brief twinkling of the firmament above

Invisible but for the endless forms of its shadows, echoes and reflections

Inscribing the full message in patterns on the birds, the reptiles and the fish

Completely occupying all the borders of each one of our zen-like contradictions

As indifferent to new life as to the struggles which lead inevitably to death

Playing the same countless variations with raindrops as falling leaves

Dancing briefly in morning sunlight, peeping out from under dark clouds

Simply as likely to grant an unearned forgiveness as to punish unfairly

Deeply underpinning our endless and hopeless but inescapable struggles

Forming foreground and background, past, present and future

Blind witness without memory, testifying only in insoluble riddles

 

Radiating uncountable variations of perfection on this infinitesimally small world

As dense in empty space as in those songs that fill our entire hearts

Outlining a paradox whose purpose we can never approach deciphering

Neither concerned with cause nor aware of outcomes

Transforming hellish nuclear fission into warm winter sunlight

Source of no dogma but reflected in the maths we see underlying the cosmos

Bombarding from every direction with signals which travel unnoticed through us

Discerning each tiny peep in the vast white noise which fades back into entropy

Reabsorbing each droplet of consciousness without a conscious thought

Creating the music with the silence between the notes

Emitting fractal miracles regardless of magnification, size or distance

Incapable of any jealousy and unable to demand a fraction of our tiny faith

Possessed of no knowledge but without any questions

Filling the time and space outside of our universe

Making not a single promise to either sinner or sufferer

Backdrop to the background radiation of the Big Bang

Forever ungraspable but simultaneously inescapable

Undisturbed by the faint noise with which we try to hide it

Offering no consolation, bereft of mercy and unable to forgive

Totally accepting, endlessly patient and tolerant without comprehension

Filling everywhere to capacity with a mindless, insensate wisdom

Always within us but never really with us

Dancing with the shadows of the flickering firelight on the cave wall

Caring as much for our lives as shiny drops of dew on one tiny blade of grass

Grinning behind quantum dice as the clockwork universe unfolds

Unaware of our contemplations as part of itself

Holding men as responsible for their actions as it does the flowing rivers

Detritus

I piece together unrelated parts of different fallen objects which I find upon the ground

Things from far above land all around me in the total darkness in which I abide

And I cannot sense the gentle rain falling on that calm surface miles above

My experiences compress each other into a mental sedimentary record

I grope for the importance of things which I stumble upon but cannot see

I filter a rich gruel of detritus well-mixed during its long descent to me

I can never escape the constant threat of heavy objects crashing down like meteors

I make a comfortable home inside large carcasses for years at a time

Prevailing winds deposit a rich sample of their contents upon my leeward side

I am washed into an eddy I circle as my thoughts are sorted into their proper levels

Our randomly-incessant noisemaking smears my musings from all directions

I wash up on the clean wet sand with the waves of yet another incoming tide

Briefly streaking through the atmosphere, I drift with a few starry molecules

I fall to earth with the thunder’s ozone in the soft shower beneath a rainbow

We descend at different speeds each wondering at the others whizzing by

We are adrift in a graceful Brownian Motion far removed from our own control

Falling at one of a thousand angles with a million silent snowflakes

Drying out where the storm deposited me far above the peaceful water line

Found where dark flood waters left me laying quietly in an impossible position

Dried to fine dust after a short journey across unquenchable desert sands

I am pocked like the moon with repeated random impacts by unidentified objects

Turned over as I lay with alluvial soil to receive the good seed of the farmer

Sticking with the wax that drips from their faithful candles flickering in dank chapels

Listening as unknown liquids trickle down to me in the depths of our great landfills

Fluttering with falling leaves so that I can be buried by them year after peaceful year

Compressed into a single blue layer deep within the vastness of an ice sheet

Dated absolutely by position in the growth rings of an ancient bristlecone pine

Orbiting based on my density in a planet’s ring after an interstellar collision

Tumbled to odd resting places with the giant boulders left by those retreating glaciers

Spreading out in graceful whorls in the jet contrails headed to vacation destinations

Diluted in pure air after escaping, only partially combusted, with your exhaust

Settling out peacefully in quiet sewage lagoons along with your contributions

Sorting into the dust that came before me even as new dust softly entombs me

Exposed once more after millennia to be covered again for another billion years

Gracefully piling up in that small hourglass that drains but once, for all of us

I Left All These Tiny Ripples

Everything I do ripples outward, far beyond what I will ever see
Nowhere I have gone merely to look upon was unchanged by my coming

All the things I touch are altered in ways that I can never even notice

In turn, no one I have so much as spoken to did not change me just a bit

All the ways I tried to fix things keep changing other things as well

All the stuff you do interacts in unseen ways with all the things that I once did

Every time I replace one item I displace something else

When these two parts fit together that other one over there turns out to be a little short

Like a spaceman, stuff gets away from me and starts an existence all of its own

No one walks without their footprints changing the ocean even as it erases them

Anything I handle manipulates me with forces that I cannot see or feel

Tiny life I crushed unconsciously in my passing allowed other forms to prosper

Nothing that I toss aside has not left its ongoing trace before it more or less disappears

Every step I take turns the earth beneath my feet just the smallest fraction

A wake spreads out around me as I move through the infinite chop of others

Whenever I feel like I’m thinking for myself, it always comes from what they taught me

All their unseen co-operation make possible my rugged independence and self-reliance

Asking nothing from anyone, I still depend entirely upon others to simply live and breathe

I leave a little bit from everywhere I’ve ever been everywhere I go

Turns out my voice is but one little peep in a small frog chorus on a tiny pond

Influences my actions set in motion are continually reduced but never completely reach nothing

The sum of all my actions declines forever but only marginally reaches zero

Things others said so long ago that I never quite heard still guide me along this road

No one that has ever lived has not affected me in many ways

There is this melody in my head that is all the songs that they are ever singing

My happiness and contentment is somehow based in part upon their sadness and their suffering

Although I have no past before this life, it seems it has always lead up to this

Nothing I can imagine can ever come from outside what any of us has known

You can see me in one instant’s snapshot of the vast family tree formed by the life force

Every moment of the present I exchange a bit of my future into my disappearing past

Everything I do is very small yet so much more than what I can remember

I would be traveling in circles but time has converted them to rippling spirals

Though we make identical journeys, I cross your footprints heading the other way

I can even calculate the proportion of the sun’s energy that is falling upon my fingertip

Setting this thing in place I turn around and bump another which falls, out-of-reach, once again

Pointless Libtard Dreaming, Once Again

Just let me find a little cool shade in that searing heat of the day

If we could only sit out for a moment in the morning, when the sun feels so good

Give us a brief chance to listen carefully to the vast background silence

Allow me just a minute to sort through all these layers of confusion

Let me awake slowly with you to the tinkling music of that little stream

I really want to hear the evergreens sighing in the wind, once again

Maybe the opportunity to come in for a moment, out of the long cold rain

We are searching for the places that we want to be able to look back upon with smiles

Grant me brief instants of a cosmic awareness, even though I do not understand them

Don’t let me give up all of my consciousness to their colorfully manufactured illusions

Show me how to make a lasting peace simply, and within my own habitat

Let us at least try to leave things at least as intact as they were handed to us

I need to see the value of sweet water, clean air and un-profaned food

Help me to spread peace without using the same tired old sales techniques

I need to de-emphasize greed, but not with some slick marketing campaign

Let us dilute all our problems by vastly reducing our own numbers

Teach me how to contemplate and plan instead of simply reacting with the Quick and Dirty

Help me arise early and pull my thoughts together in my own good time

Make sure that we can actually believe there is a real meaning to our daily work

Let me be ready to fight as well as to know when it’s time to contemplate

Allow us to rejuvenate quietly in the special places we have preserved

Grant us a strong faith but help us to cast off the moldy beliefs of the past

Force the incredible shortness of our existence deep into my conscience

When my turn comes, let me begin teaching that I might really start to learn

Just let me be there once when a much-needed rain begins falling at last

Help us be rid of these implanted desires for items we do not need

Maybe to throw off this false doctrine of man in a continuous struggle against nature

Allow me to slowly find clarity during the gathering of the few dawns I will see

Bring us back from the edge of this abyss trembling, but with a new vision

Give elders good experiences that their children may seek them out with respect

Shatter the myth that mass blind individual greed ensures humanity’s happily ever after

Let us enjoy simply remaining quiet even when we might make extra noise

Teach us to stay out of debt and thus run the grasping usurers out of business

Demonstrate the falseness of the scourge that is the marketing myth of disposability

Grant us an appreciation for the people and technologies that make society possible

Awaken us with fond memories of dreams that shed real light upon our waking lives