- 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.