One more impossible thing.

In my thirties I found myself beneath a Bodhi tree meditating.
I was inside a complicated life thinking simple thoughts.
Now in my den I am in a simple life thinking complicated thoughts.
Between conscious innerspace and cosmic space I forsee a changed Earthly society despite the reptillian ignorance of the liars. By their camoflage you will see them. By their lies you will know them.

This winter beside a stair step stream, an icicle from an over hanging branch traced a wide spiral dripping as it grew like a spring. It is a mystery to me like myself. Why is it here, how did it form? The small mystery humbled my complicated questions. There has to be an explanation. There is only one explanation. Its just one more impossible thing I've seen in my life. One of them is you.