Thursday, June 24, 2010
In a breath of time
In a fog out of a fire
Circular myopic un-centeredness
Repeating recycling reminiscing rehearsing
Gazing blocked by a gauze veil.
Blurred vision in a smoky haze,
Only seeing my navel and toes.
How beautiful life is
Safely in myself with hindsight.
What if, what about, when again, who will know?
Nowhere, nobody, no-how, nothing.
Tangible life goes on in spite
Answering nothing, answering all.
In my wandering spiral web
Clarity comes when a veil is lifted,
Unannounced, unbidden, unaware until
Instantaneous awareness, and vision’s rippped open.
All is detail, all is color, all is texture, all is thine
None is here, none is permanent, none is mine, all is divine.
Variation and contrast, translucence and iridescence
Outside, over there, otherness, horizonless,
Seeing the soul in a breath of time.
photo: HG Giese