9/02/2014

Without a Spider


You see? And there, there are it was. 

Yet, there are not you see.


#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen



Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.

Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.

So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.

Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.













Without a Spider


You see? And there, there are it was. 

Yet, there are not you see.


#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen



Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.

Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.

So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.

Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.