As Above, So Within

The inner world opens

like those internet pictures of the universe

that expand and expand and expand.

My autocorrect mistypes and reminds me,

it could be Pandora's box. 

Essentially, we now know,

it's a fractal universe – 

to expand or contract forever, infinitely

in either direction, the ever-reproducing pattern

beautiful, and beautifully unfolding.

I wander down the vast reaches 

of the dark interior. The stars against the indigo

are pinpricks. It opens and keeps on opening

further before me, limitless, faintly lit.

Misericordia! The tricksy, unknown roads

of chaos are built-in, the Divine hand creating

choice within the pre-ordained order: paradox.

Music and mathematics govern the outpourings

of creation, direct them into systems –

then the fluke.

Drawing in my nets for sleep,

full of strange fish for dreams (star-fish, yes,

no joke) I rattle at speed past banks of miraculous

emblems – histories of dark and light.

It all dwindles down to the pupil

of one unseeing eye …

Spiral galaxy picture in public domain

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