biologically held as we are, motes of self-awareness, rare objects in transformation, exotic particles roaming the surface of this world. we are integral to this narrow band of blue-green chemistry, this spectrum of delicate conditions

and when was water only water, the dissolved drifts in solution, open to possibilities

a life holder, a vessel for the gathered, the intra-active and the barely contained. a symbiotic flux of mineral evolutions, this i, this short lived reversal of entropic insistence, set adrift in existence, this illusion of separation

our moment in orbit, spinning and speeding through an ineffable vast darkness, this galactic deep-time voyage charted by out sun

the mundane and the particular collapse in the face of the infinite

time lived, bifurcations, unanticipated events, markers, adjusted trajectories, new navigations through unmeasured intervals to future destinations, constellations, or finding oneself alone, sensing emptiness. the thin layers of days, months and the distance of years accumulating. a succession in which transparency may be lost, opacities and obscurations may occur, through the fine layers of colour laid down by the tone of each moment

the slow invisible creep of unnatural materials, interactions and qualities, often invisible, unwitting accumulations, globally distributed

slowly, then faster, the anthopocene deepens, burying the given transparent nature of things

over time, aggregations are set free, hard entities surface, erode, particles pulled to currents, re-settle, stratify, subduct, erupt and reform

fluid rises, gathering together, upwelling, pooling. fluid falls, through watercourse and tributary, river and delta. eventually released, to the ocean

rising through a thermocline, an upwelling of bioluminescent detritus. bright starry filaments glinting in rich diversity. undreamt materials emerging from the depths. like specks of fragmented information, pulled upward from the unconscious, to dance in the mind. tiny geometries, elusive jewels, that bear minute traces, hints of origins

subject to conditions of directionality, to an explicit material evolution, its will to unfold, each day breathing this extraordinary instinctual consciousness

connected by the deep, the submerged mass of ground, islands birth in a sea of flux

self is the space in which world happens, driven by instinct to witness or respond

imperceptibly thoughts arise, reveal the nature of mind, they enter from nowhere, a constant flowing wordstream

a glimpse behind the mirror, the flickering glimmer, a richer state of being, beyond the artefacts of self-deception

releasing the minutiae to the current, the constant movement of fleeting isolated thoughts, exchanging them for ambience, the flow and of day

a vital ground, a natural field, in which intuition opens, binaries dissolve, awareness integrates, peace ensues

if we could only anchor a line to the centre of our deepest heart and keep it taught

becoming bewildered, led astray, bought back to the wild, to avoid the absurd idea, of being lost to emptiness

wonderment arises, reveals the nature of this awesome, irrefutable position

the sky blue luminous illusion of containment

standing in a cloudless night, the unknowable reach of a star pierced darkness

mind. organ of intuition and imagination, seeking betweenness, that mysterious ambient field of the real

a strange and intimate action. to observe oneself observing ones own sense of being inside ones own body

a sense of continuum, a secular faith, an endless river

intuitive knowledge knows no bound

significations, definitions and holdings, objects of thought released to the river's current

we know that there are no boundaries as nothing could flow, meld, develop or open

goethe knew humans as observational instruments, pursuers of the heartfelt, when focused possess an 'exact sensorial imagination'. lending his own mind to phenomena, he went beyond the automatic thoughts of the learnt. 'how difficult it is, to refrain from replacing the thing with its sign, to keep the object alive before us instead of killing it with a word'

things connect, insist that the mysterious is felt, reach for the wondrous, dissolve specific truths

natural actants, heart and mind, organs of intuition and imagination

unfathomable existence. the calling to life. imagination set loose. an unending flow of creative response, through time, in all materials, in all directions

insular alternatives seem unimaginable, separation from the ground, from the natural field of things, reception less malleable, intuition fractured, only vestiges of connection seeping through

one space blends into another space, into other worlds, but every 'thing' appears to be contained within another 'thing', containers within containers. the illusion relative to the position of the experiencer

today it rained like a sheet over the open ocean. folded or open, on the highest reach of the tide, scattered over miles, a line of drowned butterflies. caught in a void with no shelter, many perfect, some stripped bare of scales, almost transparent but equally beautiful

a patina coated beauty. a falling back into fields of chaos. disintegration, deterioration, desiccation and decay. eroded, corroded, fractured, fragmented, timeworn. a sun-bleached, sand-polished, water-worn beauty. a faded, frayed and softened beauty. an entangled perfection born of strange and wondrous imperfection

fractal images, left by the passage of energy through matter. traces and marks that describe the folding and unfolding of dynamic activities. energies building and enfolding, attracting, feeding back throughout themselves

today, walking, small stones pass continuously under my gaze, a mesmerising microcosm of self-similar particles, and then, unexpectedly, a tiny colourful, sea-worn bead. a rare delight of discovery, gathered, a small beginning held fast. at least for a time

small endings disturb, pointing to bigger endings, beyond the absolute dark, the mysterious threshold

gabriel marcel once said, 'existence is inseparable from astonishment' and intimated that once 'i' is relinquished, 'original self' floods in and a beauty, previously invisible, becomes visible

continuum, no thing to grasp, no thing to hold, but faith

universe, world, land, home, nest for our beings, holding us safe

through great reaches of time, mind arisen from all things existent, slowly drawn like a flood towards the ocean

there are things unknown and will never be known. within the knowing of the unknowing emerges release

from deep within the origin a long tide is called, into form, into being. unfolding with complexity and gathering diversity. quickening in pulse, it sees itself rising in a stream of fleeting moments. reflects upon its curve steepening. it yearns for a future, far ahead, in which all will be drawn together, an omega point of total recognition

today on the shore, i walk through weather, walk ocean softened rocks, gaze deeply into pools. the colour of filaments and a spangle of diaphanous forms set painterly against a pale grey, blue and mauve grained ground. electric lime-green mats and dots of fluorescing orange sponge shimmer through the sky-water surface. below the surface when still, more detail. pink tipped tendrils, and soft bladder spawn-sacks glow yoke ripe and tiny forms move between small rocks stroked by long languid floating weed

during the systematic examination and categorisation of the natural world grew a curious common naming. strange otherworldly word marriages arose, counterbalancing dry latinisations of genera and species. conchologists formed poetic word marriages: cabbage jewel box, lightning moon turban, asian flame volute, black tiger olive, glorious star, african berry moon, beautiful nutmeg, articulated harp, geography cone, red cloud auger, walkway babylon, nicobar spindle. surreal juxtapositions

imagination opening through sound or light, through the transformation of the mundane by the invisible, revealing new spaces between concrete concepts of reality

raw solidity, below the face of the deep black unimaginable mass of the earth's interiority

in as much as neither exist, the container is as vital as the contained

tide beyond tide, emergence beyond emergence. molecule, filament, colony, lamella, tendril, pelt. the opening of diversity, the inherent call to being

portals, gateways, thresholds for new existences and amongst it all, a uniquely personal knowing