Ode to the Joy of Living in the Multiverse

History sometimes

Neither rhymes

Nor repeats itself;

It simply skips a beat

Or jumps from one frame
To the next

And it’s up to us

To master the timing
So we're prepared for
A series of acrobatic leaps    

Back and forth
Along the drala

Agile and quick enough

We navigate merrily

Among the adjacencies -- 

Of what karma begets

And forgets amidst

This plenitude

Of suchness --

Each offering up

Its own rendition

Of a present tense

Every moment 

We journey upstream or 

Sideways like a crustacean

Moving by fractal advance

Across multiple fronts

Still comforting ourselves

With the conventional

Wisdom that our destiny
Is singular and not diverse