21.

• It is written in the stars . . .
• We feel it in our first atom
• Orion on the water,
• blind,
• trying to make gold
• & put it in a book,
• in that same blank book
• She held, illuminated by stars
• & this promise of gold.
• No one needed to split an atom;
• greed made us soul-blind
• with only one toe in the water . . .
• The primal waters are not H₂O.
• I didn’t read that precisely in a book.
• Orion wasn’t blind
• when he was thrown into the field of stars
• he was clairvoyant stardust with every last atom
• having turned his lead into gold,
• as gold as the golden dawn is gold.
• When Orion rises on the horizon of that water
• transforming each & every atom
• on Earth into the eternal storybook,
• radiated & ideated by the stars
• & readable to the eyes of the blind . . .
• Each day Orion returns to the time he was blind,
• not wishing the Midas-touch gold,
• & gives thanks to the innumerable stars
• whose light reflects on both waters
• & whose Presence can be found in a book
• translated by Earth, atom by atom.
• Every atom is a conscious atom—
• & even though we are blind
• to that invisible dimension, we wrote the book
• long before machines mined that gold—
• we were fully immersed in that soulful water
• & breathing the dissolved light of stars . . .
• For the mind of stars reflects in each atom
• as we drink the water of many dimensions, blind
• at first, to this gold that creates our book.