My poem of the morning -

 I'm still with Stewart Brand and Bali and the dropping of shared water through rice paddies in a dense merging of lives and time.

Rice Paddies

“In Balinese language and understanding, "rice paddies" equals "jewel" equals "mind."”

            Stewart Brand writing on a talk by Stephen Lansing

In Bali, the music is dense

like their view of time,

which overlaps,

ten kinds of weeks concurrently,

solar, lunar, 7-day, 6-day on down

to a one-day week.

We view time as past, present, future,

linear;  each day is strapped to a rod we climb,

looking back or up, at what we’ve done,

and what is yet to do.

When I try and stretch my mind

to view this day ten ways,

I hear the squeak of the rising of the sun,

the setting down of the moon,

the roar and purr of clouds,

the lifting of dew.

I see the hills and trees

from top to bottom

reflected underneath,

by worms carving,

gophers mounding,

and moles tunneling

deeply below.

And I’m spun like a top,

on the whirr of  blood and leaves,

exchanging gases,

like letters,

as pollen is carried

by bees.