The compass tilted until the needle had spun into a full circle, shifting the spectrum of directions.
Now able to see the loop, I get dizzy trying to keep up with its movements, the loop is just the top of the glass, a full circle before reaching the message in a bottle.
How often the seconds separate and double reflect everything except for that elusive spot of brightness. Awareness watching itself in the double reflection, the reflections multiply and split into halves until they begin to resemble the particles of the mist.
I looked at the changing reflection of the moment, of that nature I am curious, but mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Careful as it goes by.
Two different types of wind, one from here and one from somewhere a little further away.
Now able to see the loop, I get dizzy trying to keep up with its movements, the loop is just the top of the glass, a message in a bottle, down the rabbit hole.
Wishing I could keep up with the moment as it double reflected the infinite. The flame in the distance cut through the mist and it seemed to tilt in the same nature as mine did.
A shift in the spectrum and a change in the way the compass tilts.
Etched into the moment from winds of the shuffle, the flame’s reflection began to travel further with the mist of the moment, connecting with other reflections as it traveled.
The compass tilted until the needle had spun into a full circle. Then the flame tilted until it had spun into a full circle.
As it held that shape for a moment or two, with its measurements being oddly similar to the shape of the compass, it seemingly had taken on the nature of a flame that was experiencing 0 gravity.
Just before the flame returned to its normal shape, I noticed that it also resembled that elusive spot of brightness within the reflections.
A few more poems
“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha