Mind’s Creation Isn’t Really Two

A blackbird on a live thin wire is vibrant 

with its Kwai Chang Caine Kung Fu. 

A great blue heron, like some prehistoric 

statue, is standing in the shallows that ensue. 

That one big bang is a brainstorm 

of the mind conjecturing this two. 

Which came first, the question or the answer? 

It's true the great blue heron isn’t really blue. 

Thoughts of fish begin to stir within 

an energy of water made anew. 

Again, the great blue heron isn’t really blue. 

The fork runs away with the spoon 

and the fool jumps over the moon, mon dieu! 

One last time, the great blue heron isn’t really blue.

And Every One a God

It appears to be a messy process—

to one identifying with the process. 

The Big Bang explodes like an awfully great notion. 

Stars collide like Bogart and Bacall. 

The earth erupts in a carnival of volcanic flames 

and breaks apart in workaday tectonic shifts. 

Hurricanes, tornadoes, waterspouts, oh my! 

And now, Neanderthals are clubbing like Neanderthals.

Everyone is acting like a god! 

But that’s the final measure of creation, 

last procedure in this grand holistic process. 

Evolution isn’t fundamentally pointless; 

fourteen billion years of cellular division 

arrives within this central nervous system 

suddenly now capable of self-awareness. 

So stop this moment to reflect within—

one is 

that great unknown 

making itself 

be known, 

for knowing is being 

which mind divides 

in order to know 

its self.