Monday and it’s raining.
Weather people say we’re stuck in
an Omega Block
and rain will be a steady presence
for the upcoming week.
One could say the world is in a
similar situation.
In a universe of reflexivity—that
awareness and this self-awareness,
the unborn undying truth—
the world is like a blocking belief
in birth and death,
appearing as an atmosphere of war
instead of the evolutionary
transformation of what is.
On the other hand, from the vantage
point of space,
there’s just this intentional bluish
planet and its whirling
splendid great-hearted white noise
of silence.
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