Confusing Perspective

Seeing things through
Convoluted eyes

Each day the universe sees
Itself through a

Myriad of eyes
Flashing colors of perspective
Woven together in unification
Of cosmic consciousness

The breath of God is cleaved

By my body's resistence
The wind's strength is thus divided
Yet it blows into down the street
There are coalences
Reweaving of force and
Substance
There is purpose in this

God and I co-conspire
To bathe the woman
I love in a gentle afternoon
Breeze
We were the force that made
Wind chimes sing
For her Brazilian
Sun tan