Avatar Alice

Avatar Alice leisurely leans upon a cloud of infinity, 

infinitely existing in the stillness,

resplendent images are met with a softness of grace,

and a sprig of rose ...

With no superimposed image set upon it,

Avatar Alice delights in the images that appear, 

and from time to time,

leaps into a Cosmic Vessel

traveling down-inward into a vibrant world

called the Forest of Kings ...

Arriving on a wooden mushroom

with time as a natural accompaniment, 

Avatar Alice is met by a Welcoming Committee

With considerable effort,

she leans inward, partaking of those little niceties

that enable her to fit 

inside the beautifully decorated and oddly friendly door

Knock, Knock ...

The door marks the entrance to 

the Temple of Wonderland

where guides stand ready at every corner

to direct one onward, inward and upside-down-ward

and far deeper into her many spectacles ...

Happy little clams,

piping hot coffee burbling (bubbling & gurgling) and brewing

red painted roses

vibrant contrasts

metaphorical colors

offering a first-hand glimpse of striking significance

and because

Alice is a connoisseuress of beautiful things

she, with gladness, adoration and readiness

accepts an invitation to tea

from the seasonal sprites,whose charm and innocence 

captivate her affections ...

With a slight tilt of her beaconess head

and an air of happiness,

Avatar Alice bows in dignified congeniality to the Court

and then returns to polite conversation with her newfound friends

Ready upon their faces

are a variety of compliments

the greeting for which Avatar Alice endeavors to honor

for each newly acquired choice and its accompaniment, 

the experience, are, from her understanding,

an emergence of raw unicity in a fully livened form

As Avatar Alice eavesdrops on their conversation,

sitting side by side so that she has less difficulty hearing them,

she catches a drift of their talk,

a conversation that began before she arrived

and will continue until the sun begins to drop behind the landscape,

just across the sea

It is aimless, cheerful chat,

for the most part mundane

They talk about the sunlight,

which is delightfully bright today,

or depending upon their mood,

unusually hazy,

The owner of a new cheese stall in a port market,

their children and grandchildren,

storks and bunnies and mice, alike

the state of Wonderland affairs,

and Occasionally one tells a story from his or her past

~ usually one his or her companions have heard before

The talk is punctuated by leisurely,

comfortable silences

As they gaze out upon the childlike landscape,

making clouds into animal shapes,

a mist falls over the land and

Wonderland fades into an imaginative memory

replaced by newly discovered notions of sights and sounds

that lend to further imaginary indulgences ...

Avatar Alice returns many times to Wonderland,

and on occasion, for several extended periods,

Herein we find clues in the way people live there,

plus an assortment of other favorites,

and if I dare say,

a few clues in those too ...

Although not a subject of hilarity

youthful ambitions and the prospect of their ancient-ness

are the things of philosophical inquiry

and boundless curious energy

The prospect of reading into such absurdities

surrounded by a rocky, sunlight landscape

where ideas flourish until they feel right

and are then released,

like balloons,

is humor epiphany enough

for one not searching for shocking glimpses of mirrors

that set the wheels of rabbit holes turning

With the unmistakably wry smile of an Avatar,

Avatar Alice earnestly finds Wonderland a good thing

and something not to be missed,

for it has an appeal of the 

"forever young" 

And at the very least,

in the best and most appropriate way,

is subject to its table settings (and manners),

so that all are in comfortable reach 

of the buffet of feasts ...

Bon appétit !!