Symbiotic Synchronicities

Is the universe a Lego phoenix perpetually being dropped by a toddler?.. we know that all the pieces go together, but it’s really hard to figure it out without the instructions.

I hope no one lost a piece during this version of the constant rearrangement of the multifaceted, multicoloured, multilayered, multi-axial, multiplicities..

Anyway..

Why are the Sun and the moon the same size in the sky?

A rather conspicuous coincidence.

Perhaps one could make an inference,
regarding some sort of symbiotic synthesis?
A game of spot the difference,
between some magnificent equivalence?
Does it suggest a stimulus,
from a kind of infamous ambivalence?

Are such questions just a hinderance?
Is the connection really frivolous?

Is it spooky action or is it quantum entanglement?
The veil is soft and thin, a cosmic wonton skin we’re tangled in?

Are we all diffractions?

Connecting fractals to infinity?

Manifest attractions,

Circling a holy trinity?

I can feel the coming words
I can feel the auras flowing
I can see the rolling earth
I can see the path we’re going

It’s too hard to explain and may sound deranged, profane, enraged, and a little insane, but it’s plain and mundane in the most amazing of ways.

The briefest of moments,
an eye catch on the clock,
a shivering spine,
Where the hell is my sock?

Have you noticed the cheeky, conspiring, crystalline rock?

At the door in the back of your mind there’s a knock..

Have people been picking the words from your mouth?
Have you been having odd dreams and then playing them out?
Did you see that echidna? Was it heading south?

Do you think that it means six more weeks of the drought?

You’re always believing.
Don’t believe in your doubts.

Together we move
As fragments of sun
Through a double slit

Observing our souls
Crammed in a box full of cats
All of them are black

Well how about that!
Deliciously auspicious
Cute cuddly and fat

It’s voodoo and hoodoo,
it’s woo woo,
that you do,
now be your own guru,
let genius flow through you.

Like a witch on a stick… now you go broom broom!

Synchronicity in duplicity it’s happening every day.
A specific electricity that guides you on your way.
Revisit the inquisitive, Magick has come to play.
It has a plastic elasticity, as you push it pulls away.

Do we make the meaning or does the meaning make us?
Is it a synchronicity or just a brief moment of being synchronised?

In every shred of moment, possibilities are unfolding like paper cranes being washed down the river. If you take the time to pull one out it may have a note on it for you..

Symbiotic Neurotics
We heal together
We grow together
We feel together
We know together

Together we’re tethered.. like a wigwam for a goose's bridle.

Now stop pulling so hard… let the cosmic goose take you where it wants to fly.