When The Dice Roll Themselves


Quantum Lucidity 
The way I see reality,
undermined by bigotry.
Where overwhelmed fluidity
 ↔ proceeds universally ↔
Look! All around you, here we have
a perpetual-motion machined Universe.
Infinity turning itself inside-out and outside in,
from the micro to the macro comes the macaroni grill! Ah!
But Soul remains a mystery, lest she be the Muse I have in mind:
where angels belong, where spirits reside, where the dead go,
where aliens ride, where I Am deadcenter, but still alive!
Or are we simply living the lives of The Immortals?
Where we’re all gods, who don’t want to play God,
and the dice roll themselves.
“Now, that’s what I call – the fairy tale role of the dice.”
Uncle Tree

Living In God’s Frame Of Mind

I’ve been framed, by God! I have my own heavenly place.

I’ve been arranged! How odd – this life within His outer space.

And yet, He lives within me, too!

He who knows me through and through.

The One who makes all things new,

deserves my praise for all my days.

In gratitude for His loving kindness,

I framed a song of thanks.

* * * *

Thank you, Lord! Oh, thank you much!

~ I surely feel your loving touch ~

[ Square me in – Frame my mind ]

<- Set me free from time to time ->

Keep me hanging by a thread,

 like a thought inside your head.

Imagine me as I was made

in your image where I’m saved


“And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns,

and put it on his head,

and they put on him a purple robe.”

John 19:2