Wisp

Surfing pillows of clouds
Conceive magnified states of Awareness.
Realms of experience Expand and Unfurl.
A child gawks at organic beauty
Unaffected by ideas like Man Made.
Sponging fractal frequencies.
Birthing variable vibrations.
I wonder:
What of Rhythm and
What of Dance
Could we fathom without the Moon.
The dilated child conducts the clouds
With a finger of conscious intent
While the moon silently speaks:
Infinity.
Awaken to Clouds,
Awaken to the Moon,
Find the Baby.