upon pillows tossed freely upon the path

[mtmynd]

you set a stage:

darkened to a quarter moon glow
silhouettes of naked trees-
standing in front of a giant oak
a glow.......getting larger....
sparkling
truth recogizing itself
eyes drawn into polar opposites
fixation
deeper.....deeper......deeper....
one organism
from two
melding into the pulsation
life itself realizing itself
the beat
blends
music
bends
light
frag
ment
e
d
.


[tommylock clasped the torch]

[saw]

life begins in a spark of desire...

[mtmynd]

life begins in a spark of desire...

Ineed, Steve... indeed. One spark can waste a forest or warm a frozen family.

[WIREMAN]

desirous sparks envelope
a live wire....keep em coming mtmynd

[the mingo]

[mtmynd]

[wylde]

white light strums prismatic fusions of touch being scent.

[leafsailors ghost]

The poem takes the situation of some one in the woods coming down a path with a flash light and turns it into visions , so closely capturing the eyes words ..cool, I could see the dancing shadows .

[mtmynd]

white light strums prismatic fusions of touch being scent.

hark! absolute immersion into the quarter-field of silence where beginnings whisper their arrival upon the long stage of being.

[mtmynd]

The poem takes the situation of some one in the woods coming down a path with a flash light and turns it into visions , so closely capturing the eyes words ..cool, I could see the dancing shadows .

shadows dancing before light was born, the decadence of thought trickles loosely down cheeks engraved with wonder. is life all that can be imagined..?