How far out can you visualize our multiverse? Can you see where the infinite takes pause?
What about the universe, galaxy or solar system?
Can you see the sticky webs of nebula that streak toward the dust sputtered blackness oozing between the tendrils of our own spilled milky way?
Can you envision poor pluto, the confused moon planet as it looks back longingly toward our sun passed the other precious, living marbles of ice, rock, gas, hurricane and ore
What image is reflected in those mournful eyes of our moon? How far into this crystal ball can it see?
Through the rolling and veilish clouds, the continents like paintings of mud, grass and sand, your state, mountains you could run your thumb over, your city, trees you could scratch an itch with, this block and street and doorway and another and there you sit...
And what of within? How far does your inside go?
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Cool, billowing sheets in front of a fan and a slid open door
Summer night below stars under weight of muggy air just before a thunderstorm
Gathering clouds murmur on the horizon’, black-purple ink roiling in the midnight blue
A father
A child the size of his abdomen
he offered magic with his affections
“how much do you love me papa?”
“hasta el cielo, mi’jo” with a finger through the ceiling and beyond the sky
This is how I learned spiritual infinity from a man from traditions from people who first conceived zero..
As the rain fell cool before our makeshift air conditioning,
I saw a river of lightning flooding over
No, not lightning...
Static White blue purple Running down the hill in the distance
Through my father and over my head
I almost drowned that night...

Mommycita and I would swing on the shade of the screen porch
Let thoughts fall on an easy breeze
Spring bird soundtrack
springboard for contemplation
We are stardust…
a firebrand on an impressionable mind
liquid light between the creases
I was in preschool, kindergarten
Talking about the wonders of the cosmos
And the inescapable mysteries of science
I learned very young that it was more interesting and more practical to know what is not known, than to spew what is - I was never a good student, but I was a keen learner, sharpened by a worthy teacher

sometime during high school, drawing whatever came to mind, I shared some with my mom
She gasped – “I know where your blood comes from, and to see the connection between that and this...”
I had never felt more connected to my cultural heritage before that moment
And I never looked at anything I did the same way again

From a very young age, I knew that I was capable of anything
That the same atoms in my body come from the stars and so I have access to all the knowledge of the universe

Later, a swan dive within
Reaching
Relinquishing
Aspiring
In the shimmering liquid darkness,
A threshold, radiant with purpose
I entered, heart in hand
An offering of and to self
My deepest spring, tapped into the pipelines of my heart