The Secret Forest

Through showers of blossoms
Waking in a spring day
Roam and follow yellow beams
in a drunken dance

swaying through enchanted forests
Harmonize in the singing of atoms

Everything speaks
in a voice
too soft to decipher
Hear the scintillating whisper
Secrets of restful peace

Fairies, cherries and blithe pixies
Flowery nymphs in Elysian fields
Follow them into perfumed dreams

The Digital Religion

A black screen glows
A kaleidoscope of images and sounds pours forth
A new religion is born

A church built of electrons
sitting in the clouds
floating on fibers of light

What dedicated worshipers sit
in silent meditation
Rapturous gaze at holy icons

Minds meld across the electronic aether
Adrift in collective trance
A digital nirvana

No greater god existed
than the gods of glass and silicon
Cradled in our hands

Take a picture of yourself
Post it
You are now a god

Followed by image-worshipers
from here to the ends of the earth

We are all gods in a sea of gods
Electronic souls raptured into a silicon heaven