Zone of Wonder

A place to be moved by impressionistic poems and images, and a place where I will put forward thoughts to stimulate your imagination.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Dancing

Dancing on a thread of time across a finite space,
I whirl upon a silent song to find a faceless face.

In emptiness I sit beneath a Bodhi tree,
Waiting upon I know not what, to see.

The dewdrops sit upon me as dawn returns from night,
Colours swirl the tear of joy caressed in morning light.

Unmade and made each second, death and life in song,
A being and a nothingness, and only this to long. Posted by Picasa

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