Time changes everything,
and it also stays the same -
in crystalline perfection.
But grand hands hold the
infinite crystal,
between massive, imaginary,
and endlessly delicate, illusory
fingers …
slowly turning the crystal
playfully,
examining the view from
different combinations of the
clusters and varieties of
facets … turning, turning, turning
… with continued interest in
the variety of views.
This crystal was birthed from
nothing, in illusory time, so
despite the inevitable return to
the empty state, the
evolution, the progress,
that continues, aids
the observer, turning
the stone.
And when energy settles
and boredom sets in,
shifts occur,
changing every facet …
like endless math,
and play,
and joy …
an amusing experience,
like a ride … or a show
on a screen, with the
observer riding the waves,
each like a new soundtrack,
a new book …
on and on
Variety, coexistent with
unity … possibly due to
the variety of dimensions
coexisting but appearing
separate due to varieties
in conscious perception …
Isn’t it grand.
—Lucy Lenoir
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