Sate of Is

Welcome to the Muse's stomping grounds,
Tuesdays and Thursdays in April
When the cherry blossoms are going through their mid-life crisis
Literally caught between branched-transcendence and grounded immanence

See her walk the roads and hallways after the last school bell rings
Seeding future memories, songs waiting to to completed, and daydreams full of semi colons and exclamation marks

Watch her weave her mobius ribbon of the heart
around the words and images that stream and pop from buildings and homes
and dogwalkers and Prime trucks looking for their next algo-ed drop point

Love and imagination are the currency here;
Urgency and patience trip over each other
as doodles and journals and oil paints and beats
are pulled from the collective and nursed into the world for this:

The world as Canvas unfurled for one Holy moment,
When light and Yes simply win,
and the Muse revels in in the Sate of Is.

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