Changing Weather

When things first got
thin enough for most to notice
more translucency than usual,
some thought it might be
an unexpected quantum consequence
of space-time expansion.

I’m in the garden
when the rain starts,
the rooster crows,
another answers
from half a mile away.

The life begun
on this mountain height
incubates divinity—
sentient heroic free wings.

We watch the hologram dissolve,
fade to rainbows and bright white
when each bead of Indra’s diamond matrix
wakes from dreams fabricated
in imaginary cauldrons,
rises from sleep sparking mind-light
from behind the facets,
from the center of each gem,
from the middle of them all.

Everyone is satisfied,
falls quiet listening
for God’s breath
on the back of their heads.

Resplendent and stoic streamings
penetrate insanity,
set the dragons to flight;
the past is done.

Infinite clarity
reflected and added to
from every direction at once.

There is a minute of silence,
then the rain stops,
the day begins.

Radiant angelic beings
populate infinity
with the children of light,
the tribe of one.