A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


Our Magnetosphere

Consider a magnet.
Consider countless iron filings.
Consider each iron filing represents  a universe.

Now think about what we know of the quantum realm.
Realize its inherent counter-intuitiveness.
Understand we each create our own reality.

What is our own reality, if not a universe unto itself? 
What is this planet we dwell on, if not a giant magnet?
Who are we individually, if not avatars from separate universes? 

Intermingling here in concert together. A symphonic reality.
A convergence of separate universes commingled into 
what appears to us as One.

Welcome to the multiverse. 
You are reading this message.
We have made extra terrestrial contact. 

The next time you kiss someone, think about it. 
You have just crossed immemorial space and time.
You have just made Contact with one from another universe.