Cultures

Cultures clash like hammocks
wound about each other,
where each distorts the others patterns,
and they try to settle,
but can only seem to push and pull each other
one cannot seem to cope with the diamond
the other cannot assimilate a gyroid,
and patterns cross, patterns mix
all the while, the person sitting upon the hammock
rolls around ironing out the rough spots
making his hammock comfortable to lay upon
until the two patterns have become something more
something neither by itself could have become
something neither by itself can recognize.
the strengths of one
fill in the weak spots of the other
the strengths of the other
fill in the weak spots of the one
and something new
something brilliant shines
and the person upon the hammock
he smiles in the shade
as he sways under the trees.

culture

Like a warm bossom
culture holds you
you can roll around in its web
and it comforts you like the best of hammock
you look over its many intricate patterns
to see how it is woven
you see diamonds,
you see spirals,
you see an incomprehensible meriad of
reflections, refractions, rotations,
its dizzying effects lulls you into itself
and like the universe and its galaxies
envelop
so does your imagination
as it tempts you with recognition of cultures deepest
and most beautiful secrets
of how its radiant vibes permeate through
your soul
your families soul
your best friends souls.