large black scarab i found
walking beneath wild apple trees
near fluttering, chattering robins
it was dead and but warm
under Texas winter sun

unexpected achievement and synchronistic gift
a boon from Sophia herself.
black, cracked, immense, and finished

"keep it" spoke the miser,
"leave it" spoke the wanderer.
"do both" said the inner compromiser

for a moment, i was a cosmic demi-urge
large above the galatic immensities
the humor in all this reflected.

we know the next breath is coming
we know the endlessness of eternal beings

the smile and eyes tell what is next
by not telling -- the pointless point is funny afterall.

there are also shards of broken windshield safety glass
even they reflect this Moment, once you been allowed
to hold it, to see it, to feel and taste it.

Wisdom does incarnate and matter is lifted
Once you know this, the work of words and pictures is fulfilled
even as we continue it each day,
we stand outside it, inside it
having found true appreciation.