mind, like an onion
growing layer upon layer
each wanting to be peeled
explored
granted a reality
a wish to be more
anything transcending the layers
layers growing inside outward
each subsequent one larger
yet all the same, just layers
ripples on the mind’s surface water
curved lines with no beginning or end
no independent existence
never free of all else
in the end
just swirling circles
atop formless prima materia
seeking to become more
than an onion
in the alchemist’s flask
Note: Toss an onion into an alchemist’s flask and this is what you get. What do you get?
Poetic Alchemist 
Nasra: Thanks. Appreciate your comment.
Right to the core
Floots: I do use those tasty little seasoned onions in my vodka martinis!
Thanks Dan, Polona, and Floots.
Yes Dan, nothing is at the core…just emptiness. Tribe victory was sweet.
Floots: I know the type flask you are referrring to…
Polona: Microscope? You’ll have to fill me in. Are you a scientist? Haiku microscopy: The study of the finer details of life.
great stuff, don.
i remember watching onion cells through a microscope
the layers of the onion
good stuff don
as to what you’ll find in the alchemist’s flask
who knows
but whatever it is – that’s shallot 🙂
(sorry – best i could on the spur of the moment)
This is a good one, Don! That Bosox/Tribe game last night musta been a good one, too…
Nothing is what i get at the center of the onion –which is everything.