Parse and parcel

Bird chirp stomata are responsible,

most people don't know,

for the opening number.

This is nature's call to prayer––a floral alarm,

the chirping stimulates

petals to unfurl and reveal their pointed pistons

prime for pollination.

Bees magnetized by the perfume,

hypnotically lured toward the object of desire.

Bulls eye. Birdsong perpetuates a cycle.

Whalesong spins the earth, along the way

forming waves in the water.

Ripples at the shores of land

sculpt mountains in one whale’s lifetime.

Long living whales coordinate quests

deep among the mariana trench

shimmering dark crystals oscillate the core of the current

which underscores wavelengths

Changing the frequency of the terran pulse

Increasing the frequency of heat

Owls cultivate binaural beats with their silent wingspan

streaming in effortless glide-strokes

Owls who in isochronic pulse

Winds whirls and turn the world sideways.

Your heart paces, there’s a consensus,

My eyes widen into barn owl eyes and I can sense your every electric pulsing thought

Thinking which ruffles the soft feathers in my chest

Stroke the spirit, mind, two heads nuzzle neck to neck

The birds and the flowers and the bees have long known this dance

(there is a nepenthe-like quality to the way we synchronize)

my mudras are in bloom like the flowers in your eyes

This is as close to priesthood and god

for one who does not don the cloth

Closer even, maybe, to the light because

every day it reflects in your irises and again

there is a bloom fluttering, night carries to daybreak

and i am continuously dawned on by your bright sunshine song

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