Plans
of the cosmos
fractally
entwine existence
like vines in a jungle
for monkeys swinging
to and fro for bananas
On every scale there's a vine:
one on ground, the trunk
and in canopy, too.

happenstance
is finding
on a given vine
something else within reach

while any one philosophy
is a great tree
that crowds all other
great trees in a forest
competing for nourishment
A world its own
supporting the vineyard

reduced, recycled, reused
I've become a monkey
swinging fro
for a view of the stars
drunk on the fermented fruit of metaphor

The places we live
are rich with such examples
and I don't see why
the universe would complicate
his own signature
beyond recognition
of his own children

for lessons of ways
replicate
from principles.
reflect the blade of grass
in a tree,
reflect the solar system
in a galaxy,
reflect you in me
and the elementary forces
of physics
suddenly become chemistry

universally true
entwining like vines
on which we hold onto
something else within reach-
a world unto its own-
an unknown secret
reflecting