sun in my eyes

patmos is still new ..
the sunlight and clouds keep re-arranging
the shadows on the hills, the sea and islands..
when the sun sets, the light moves further out, further out..
catching the white rims that circle each pod in the deep..
the fragrance of every bakery carries a fresh aroma daily
as the bakers roll new dough for easter breads..
wild flowers, hundreds of teeny-tiny vibrant psychedelic angelic blooms
crushed underfoot..to my chagrin.. on the hillside paths..
trillions of brahmeri bees scrambling to make haste!
yet is it only that i am new to this place..?
for patmos is very, very olde ~
i've only been here a month..

whenever i travel quick from one place to the next,
i carry over faces and beings from whence i came..
just yesterday,
i am certain a reporter from the anacortes american,
my local home town newspaper..was on a scooter with 2 dogs
and 3 bags of bread..imagine that?

it's as if the molecules have yet to set:
they require some catching up..
perhaps when the cells all line up..click in..
we are olde to a place..

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last night, as i was sleeping,
i dreamt - marvelous error! -
that i had a beehive
here inside my heart.
and the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

last night, as i was sleeping,
i dreamt - marvelous error! -
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
it was fiery because i felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

last night, as i was sleeping,
i dreamt - marvelous error! -
that it was god i had
here inside my heart.
~ antonio machado