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The Bio Logic of Diaspora

Saturday, 12 April 2025 Written by Eve Moore Views: 1424

The Bio Logic of Diaspora

Not at all limited to humankind,

but a fluid envelopment

of the drive to chaos

that organizes

life—

of all

kinds

into disorder.

It is geological.

It is cosmological.

Phenomenological,

but not without

precedent

or reason.

Dispersion being at the heart of a life

borne of a burst from

out of nowhere.

Fusion >< diffusion.

The work of three—a trinity—elements,

it is posited in big bang theory, evolving,

some 14 billion years in the making, into one

hundred known elements with

hundreds more variants.

The wanderings of atoms, particles, waves,

of minds, imaginings—

migrations of primordial impulses, vibrations,

nomadically orienting currents,

cycles, bearings of

magnetic

bounty.

At its unalterable

essence.

Knitted in stars whose

living and dying

portend

new life.

Even those stars crossed in shapes

contorted by coordinates inverting

the still sacred geometries

of existence.

In the golden clock hands

of kairos, this moment,

this dislocation,

this disruption,

is but a tick.

A drip

rippling

natal streams

of being.

Stay is not a command

life force energy

computes

or obeys.

Control injures

intrinsic emergence,

amputates place

from organic

process,

from vast

mycelia of possibility,

from fractal cartographies

of continuum.

Dividing oneness,

which cannot be

divided.

For every extinction

there is novel

regeneration.

An epic phase of compost genesis

wherein the elastic threads of matter

reorganize their connectedness,

gather their embers and ashes

into forms unimaginable

before they appear.

Breaking down

heralds this breaking

through arrangements aligned

with structures rigid

in their formerness.

Rigors of mortis.

Configurations unsuited

to the living web

they labored

to modify.

Unable, thereby, to

alter their makeup

by natural means.

But natural means

find them nonetheless

digestible, and sprinkle the

nectar of jonquils, dandelions,

pine pulp and guano to the

palatability of this

consumption.

Just adding water.

Things come

as things go.

It is the

nature

of the

natural.

All things

being

equal.

Meanwhile, the mallards,

basking in the hush of moonlit bog,

prepare their nest for

the life they

have

seeded.

"Whence shall he have grief,

how shall he be deluded who sees

everywhere the Oneness."

—Isha Upanishad

∞|∞

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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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