Revolutions of mind expanding
And compressing
pressure

Each breath teases cycles of insight and confusions
A meter of life force
A reminder of the divine streamers of torn-up scrolls
tickle the soft underbelly of my soul

From vivid dreams
And toiling in square boxes
These hands articulate
Mental and spiritual fodder

A pool of clarity brimming
Nurturing a picnic between souls transcended
In ripples of endless change
Repeating
the dead and dying rejoice
purpose and place satisfy
curiosity becomes prophecy

The infinite defies the mortality of our body
traces of today and tomorrow - passing in the light
concentric rings form round a silent fearlessness
one less distraction
coming home
I delight.

10/01/2005

Posted on 10/01/2005
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