DNA

[Nejah]

DNA, harmonic conversions, whirling devilfishes, crashng stars, renegade matter flying though space. What to make of it all. Here I sit wanting to write about DNA. but my mind iz full of stuff. Emerson said, "Get your bloated nothingness out of the way". That's what it iz bloated nothingness. Words can get in the way or point to the way but even still the way remains nameless, formless full of emptiness devoid of sound, smells, sights or touch. Frozen thoughts of yeserday beacon me backward in the backwash of planatary gue. It's another day to collage my life, to discover new mysteries. Remember the cartoon Mr. McGoo. He waz half blind, but could see the good in everyone and in every situation. He always showed up at just the right time. Hiz evil uncle put various obstacles in front of him, but he never saw danger and so it never saw him. A bridge iz about to collapse on hiz head, but strangely it falls right at hiz feet. Spirals spinning, cosmic juice twirling and unfurling. Bee's buzzing, BEE who u Be! I read somewhee that the spiral is the movement of creation. That our blood spirals through our veins, plants spiral up from the soil, witness the uniqure spiral or whorl on your fingertips, observe the spiraling of oceans, waves and wind, the spril in your ears, in flowers and throughout nature. And get this my nappy spiraling hair that spirals out from my roots! Imagine that I'm made of stardust and cosmic love juice and deep, gritty crumbly earth. Sunshine, moon rays, ocean breezes, meteorites burning as it passes the grid. Open, inviting, soft velvety purple flower peddles. Spine tingling Joy!