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
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a wonderful verse...and very timely as i head to the mountains today to refresh and see...
ReplyDeletemmmm, yes, the answers come when we stop trying to control the outcome and just let the thoughts flow...
ReplyDeletebeautiful writing, it is refreshing to be here.
ReplyDeleteJeeezuz Di....
ReplyDeleteYou are simply terrific.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen
I really appreciate this poem and mystic expression. It is, as all good mystic poetry should be, experiental.
ReplyDelete"How beautiful life is
Safely in myself with hindight..."
a wonderful two lines, spot on writing.