from a far distant minus point

What if mathematics began it all
if some equation
some logical construct

What if mathematics began from a far distant minus point
if it reached 0
reached and stepped

What if mathematics began to breathe its own I
if this intelligence grew
grew to inherit

What if mathematics began it all
if this reality is nothing but math trying to understand its beauty
beauty from a far distant minus point

Brings forth the spring

You lie there
sleeping
beneath the weight of the world
where your laughter
vibrates
where your smile resides
within my crumbling memory
within your crumbling bed

You lie there
not forgotten
as long as I can hold
the weight of your world
within the weight of mine
you’ll not be forgotten

You lie there
sleeping
as your soul, your spirit
weightless
sits upon bluebell dreams
where your smile, your laughter
brings forth the spring

~

4th November 1930 – 7th May 2006

Mom would have been 90 today.

Happy Birthday Mom x