and while I ponder
what to write
my hands are weaving
patterns in the air
particles plucked out of the
chaotic spectacular
-- ocean of potentials --
and structure
the unstructured
spinning invisible threads
between the undefined and
the defined
and thus the word is born
© Jasmine, August 2014
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
and while I ponder
what to write
my hands are weaving
patterns in the air
particles plucked out of the
chaotic spectacular
-- ocean of potentials --
and structure
the unstructured
spinning invisible threads
between the undefined and
the defined
and thus the word is born
© Jasmine, August 2014
Excerpted from my blog Geometry in Words. You can read the full blog here http://therisingway.com/2014/08/02/geometry-in-words/#more-468
