Light and Svaha

They pause before immersing themselves in the water

The little, dancing sparkles of light pause before

Touching the surface, grazing it or breaking it, and

They're not just little wavicles of light, do you know?

They are unmanifest Souls because

Creation is iterative, didn't you know? And

More Souls arrive in a magical instant, a moment because

Time doesn't exist where they come from

Wrapped around a luminous string in one of the thirteen dimensions, and

While I regard them, their curious-cautious indecision, their

Nascent consciousness, their irridescent daisy-chaining

Time stops for me too, not that

We are caught in Time's treacherous, tricky talons, but

That there is so very much in a moment, and

As we watch, we go through another iteration too

Are they bright and idealistic?

Or afraid and sorry to have left a paradise they were exiled from?

Socrates apologized, said he was not born from a rock, nor an oak, but

These photonic newcomers are about to be rocks and trees,

Or maybe just atoms, an energetic electron, a bit of fundamental hydrogen, which

Will find a mate, another like it, then maybe a pair, an oxygen atom, which

Will marry them and this menage-a-trois will make a molecule of water which

I may ingest, drink, quaff, put to some use, I'll warrant, which

May make the earth better or worse, but will make it more, moreso, because

Everything is iterative so--

If we don't get it right we can

Try again. Old pianist's joke: After

A bad recital, no one claps but one person yells 'Encore!' Flattered,

The pianist plays the piece again and the audience leaves, except for

One guy, who shouts 'Encore! Play it until you get it right!' ;)

Iterative.... so

I watch the photonic packets of sunlight kissing the surface of the water

Hesitating, or maybe loving it gently, or shyly, or coyly

And I wonder, what is it like where you have come from?

A how city? A wow city? A now city? A paucity?

An atrocity? Density? Intensity? Or just

A really big, bright photon farm on a multi-dimensional, vibrating string?

And this moment fades into another and there is Wind,

Wind that makes wave, and the water surface chops the Newcomers, and

I seize my escaping sandwich wrapper out of respect

And to avoid needless iteration, for

There's a perfect record of every thought and deed, don't you know

You know here below, thus and so, iterative stop and go, you know, don't you, don't you know?

And I still the waves with my mind, freeze the scene, cuz

I can do that, y'know

And I can make slo mo', so

I watch the new lights bashfully, clumsily, ineluctably, kiss

The surface that I have frozen, so that I can

Observe, relish, reiterate this miracle of iterative transformation,

As I, in miracle of consciousness, shift my own perspective

To another of the infinite points

In God's thrilling creation