The Vessel
Universe is held here,
immense and minuscule,
brilliant and shadowed,
tangible and ephemeral.
Here, in the glass orb,
hovering, like a grail,
above the mundane surface
a world exists beyond
imagining;
A world where the illumination
of the Light
dances like a God,
in the amber air,
A world where the curvilinear
spiral of reality
bends at the pleasure
of the Observer;
A world where everything is relative
to the heat of passion
a galaxy in glass,
a universe where time and space
are only reflections of
unobservable Light.
Universe is held here,
immense and minuscule,
brilliant and shadowed,
tangible and ephemeral.
Here, in the glass orb,
hovering, like a grail,
above the mundane surface
a world exists beyond
imagining;
A world where the illumination
of the Light
dances like a God,
in the amber air,
A world where the curvilinear
spiral of reality
bends at the pleasure
of the Observer;
A world where everything is relative
to the heat of passion
a galaxy in glass,
a universe where time and space
are only reflections of
unobservable Light.
It has been awhile since my last post. Sometimes the dreary days of life intervene and I find myself unable to speak with my spirit or my heart. I find myself just plodding along in a long line people who trudge through their days waiting for the bend in the road to reveal a new prospect -- a new perspective on old things. I have been working too hard. Now, I am taking some time to go back through the old poetry and stories and photographs, to find the treasures I have forgotten. Sometimes, it just takes a glimmer of golden sun to wash the world with new hope.