1-28-08

Whispers of a essence riding down the line,

a prism of light pointing beyond.

a dark Crystal down through the depth of one's mind,

the shadows of a memory.

Faster then time.

Then light piercing through a vortex of sound.
swirling all around.

did the sun come first?

did the water come first?

Was it this god.
The Universe, the all living, light, and Energy!
Where did  it all come from?

A black flat object

A Monolith of knowledge?

a cloud, a shooting star as it falls & burns.
in such beauty,

how can a bud form

into a rose so brilliant in its petals

in undulating shades.

alas too soon it begins to drop its silken petals. Becoming the dark red rose hip.

then back to the earth.

So shell we all go.
Ln.©1-28-08