In the somber moment, as the
Light of morning finds its way into
The shadows of dawn.
Curled and quite in the world of tangible
Realities I slip past the screen, into the
Growing silence of my mind.
Clear solace brings visions where paths
Follow their own course. I follow
Each wave of vision to the images
Of uninhibited moments. To the point
Where all things must pass. All becomes
One, unfolding a course where spirit
Settles into sight.
The beauty of found awareness pervades
As light stretches its fingers into the
Folds, corners longing for light.
As life itself feeds off the days first
Light, my spirit nurtured in the womb of
Tranquil silence feeds, grows, to walk in me,
Spreading to touch all around me.