Never Multitasking

 

Simultaneously

weaving and unweaving,

creating and dissolving

countless bodies in her dream,

on innumerable worlds

in untold trillions of galaxies

floating through the ever

expanding golden void,

each precious thread

of her sentience, every nerve,

entangled in the hollow

of that dark bell

without edges
ringing with no sound,
the roar of silence
before creation,

She only does

one thing and always
right now.
She is never multitasking.
How do I know?
I too am held

in that breath.

Painting: Apotheosis of the Rose
by Joseph Stella, 1877-1946