Arteries of Awareness

Fractals repeat as the pattern of the forest,
branching from root to tree
across a liminal surface of light and shadow.

In our lungs and blood vessels, rivers of the body
move the rivers of the world,
carrying the same quiet symmetry forward.

It is as if a god wished to disappear into his own creation-
dissolving into the system,
becoming the branching-
arteries of awareness rising through everything,
infinity moving inwardly.

Like trees reaching for light,
the body reaches for breath.

Cracks and lightning carve fractals
into limited spaces.
Fungal networks thread unseen beneath the soil.

A cracked window holds the memory of impact in a
spiderweb of lines-
asphalt splits along the path of least resistance,
like water finding its valley.

Synapses flare-
branching like lightning through consciousness,
brief illumination resolving into thought.

The same patterns return in the smallest places
cracks in the ceiling, veins in leaves-
each one a quiet repetition,
each one a reminder
to move within nature.

Reviews

[William Kremer]

As above, so below...
Beautifully written illustration of the self similar existence we inhabit

[Michael Sun Bear]

Wow, you can write my friend. So many of your lines are just beautiful. “rivers of the body move the rivers of the world”. I love how you have illuminated repeating patterns in existence, some purely physical, others endowed with spirituality. Your stanza beginning with “it is as if a god…” just blew me away. I love it. It truly, strongly spoke to me. I am saving it.