The morning transformed us:
the path through the pines
became a glowing portal,
and we were gone.
The Wizard was alert:
the Dog sensed it
and voiced his concern.
The Path led through
shaded glades,
with just a hint of strange movement
within the shifting shadows.
Dog bristled,
stern warnings in his throat,
prompting the Wizard
to chant an arcane, but powerful,
spell to counter Chaos.
Waves roughened the darkening cove,
obscene shapes showing
through the foaming crests.
Suddenly a sharp crack...
the smell of ozone.
We picked up the Thursday flyers
from the foot of the driveway,
and, as the dog was exhausted,
sat on the verandah
for a Time.
The vibration of the Third Eye Chakra
gave a shimmering orange neon edge
to the Reality of
the quiet hill.
The jackpines meditated,
and focussed
on the gentle sigh of their breathing;
the South Wind whispering
tropical secrets
of moonlight romance.
The shadows skipped
forward
and
back,
as though we were stuck
in a time loop:
an Escher mobiüs strip
of Eternity.
Truth beckoned,
just an illusion away,
as Cosmic meaning
was revealed.
This.
Now.
A Brief Introduction to Brane Theory
The central idea is that the visible, three-dimensional universe is restricted to a brane inside a higher-dimensional space, called the "bulk" (also known as "hyperspace"). If the additional dimensions are compact, then the observed universe contains the extra dimensions, and then no reference to the bulk is appropriate. In the bulk model, at least some of the extra dimensions are extensive (possibly infinite), and other branes may be moving through this bulk. Interactions with the bulk, and possibly with other branes, can influence our brane and thus introduce effects not seen in more standard cosmological models. ~Wikipedia
Brane Storm
A slight brushing sound,
and the jackpine was surrounded
with a crackling
ferocious
blue electric aura:
sentient, living, feeling,
it communicated with its peers
in the small grove
on a sacred Hill.
Their light pulsed with wild appreciation
as they exchanged stories
with a visible orange breeze
that smelled of lime,
and spoke
with a wind-chime voice.
A heavy grey luminescence
cloaked boulders in the garden,
enabling the earth to speak
with deep
with resounding
with echoing
voice,
reflecting an inner joy,
communicated
by
harmonic
vibration.
All of this then,
only a brush away,
a brane away,
and only partly aware
of the old man,
and his dog,
watching, enchanted,
from the Reality
next Door.
