Uradiance

    Time and space are now granulated to infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity, each particular moment containing the entire past and future, each particular quark encircling the most distant galaxies in its aura.  What was once conceived as far in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to force our new multi-dimensional bodies into the old paradigm that we've inhabited for aeons,  the paradigm of mass in space,  we feel disoriented. For that space no longer exists. Mass is pulverized by consciousness into wave-particles of bliss.  Likewise, if we continue to conceive of time as linear, requiring a metaphysical leap from this time-line to a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. For the vector that moved from past to future has been ground into the grace of discontinuity.  Now we center in a timeless flowering of possibilities that can feel like chaos unfolding in all directions at once - as close in time...

Now that it's September, I want to thank blueberries. I want to thank peaches, cantaloupes, cherry tomatoes and corn on the cob. All summer long while we griped about the Republicans, you were lying there in baskets, blue eyes silently watching, blinking back tears. Some of you were whole crimson sunsets in my hand. I'm not sure what antioxidants are, but thank you: I know that you were full of them. I loved your fuzz, buxom peach, your sass, blackberry. I loved your smile, honeydew, halved and split as we slobbered together. Local strawberry, just one of you gushing on my tongue was almost too much to bear. Next summer you could do a better job of staying under three dollars a pint; otherwise, no complaint. How erotic you are, plum, lounging in a sunbeam, your crimson still-life, your sweated drops of fever! You should be ashamed the way your waves imploded on the beaches of my mouth: well, it was a scene! But thank you. I also want to thank some of you flowers: begonia,...