Oceans of Swords in a Memory

Oceans of swords in a memory
of what will be...
Fields of wands directing us
to the moment
Here is not now that whether we
would have it as so could be,
rather here is now as it is!
And the laughter in the tears,
and the tears in our laughter
are like the sound of one hand clapping
WHICH AS IT CLAPS IN THE UNENDING CHORUS
ARISES A FLOW THAT KNOWS NO OTHER
FOR IN THE IN-BETWEEN, IN THAT THAT IS
WE SEE THE REALITY OF INTERCONNECTEDNESS
OF THE ETHER!
And the molecules change and soar and transfigure themselves
and us in ways beyond our wildest imaginations
TRANSFORMATION OF THE INNER OCEANS LIKE FLIGHTS
OF FEATHERS UNDETERMINED PAST SIMPLE
CHRYSALIS AND INTO BODIES EMBODIED
BY CHANGE, MIGRATION AND FUEL- WE
HIBERNATE NOT-WE INSTEAD SOAR!