Monday, September 8, 2008

From what country do we come?

I admire people who can sit down and write with a prodigious creativity. Seemingly out of thin air words flow with an effortless grace. Gradually, sculpted into an image that encompases so much more than the words choosen.

Some unseen hand guides the life giving impulses of the writer. Until at last, all that has been said leaves them spent, breathless at the creation which lays before them. Not for egotism, or ownership, but simple appreciation of that which was gifted through them, and allowed to breathe a life of it's own.



Footsteps of memory

tread lightly

upon the ground

of my being



leading

with effortless

and

endless

repetition

on the path

most travelled



The sunrise

of Satori

on the

light drenched

horizon



illuminates

all

revealing

Nothing

and

Everything



momentary glimpses

stolen

as the Infinite Moment

sinks beyond the horizon


and
I begin
once again

1 comment:

Rowz said...

I hope you realize that the admiration flow back in your direction.