The fingers of my soul
Grasp firmly now -
Truth's fragments
Becoming lucid
In a world of liquid vibrations,
Swirling, dancing
In a sea of human misunderstanding;
Fusion of light and love,
Gratitude for every experience,
Nourishment of beauty,
Manifestation of all thought,
Not just the select.
Attraction of my own reflection
Building etheral momentum,
Washes over me in ever growing waves -
The realization of co-creation,
The essence of the very air I breathe,
Every movement choregraphed
By my hands, the potter.
Even my shadows serve my light.
The fingers of my soul
Grasp firmly now.

11/08/2005

Posted on 11/09/2005
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