Friday, March 3, 2017

Back to Bricks and Mortar


One more time I have the task,
the opportunity
to build me from the ground.

Sound and sight, flex and shake,
muscles move and shape themselves
to the dance of deep intention.




Seeing only in the moment,
wrapped in the illusion
and the fabric that is time,

molecules intended roll
like quantum bricks to what I see,
what I hear around me.

All without my knowing.
All as if I’m dreaming
every part of my existence.

If I step back and focus wide
can I watch me how I build,
conscious of creation?

Gather up the elements,
harvest bricks of knowledge,
and, knowing, build again?

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