Mystical poem written 2-10-24.
Twisted, the whirlwind, Of impressions and expressions, Patterns expressed in beauty That is this to that, And this is that to this, Witnessed by my straining gaze Writing hidden beneath the world, Showing the smile of the Divine, In every face that I see A tongue like a sword, Speaking to me and connecting, The lines between the stars So in my travels I hear the voice, Of a song I long to hear, A stranger passionately recognized And like a sunflower I turn, To follow this new and present star, Struck dumb and wondering Hunting and exploring, The notes of the song, Grow more radiant in my ears Until the melody has run me through, A blade held aloft in the light, Sharp and clear like a bell Like the hawk who has hovered slow, I dive down into the world, Intent upon my prey Once the witness, now the song, I spin into new being, As the notes pulse within me And sing