The Moment of release
From Time
A moment in a millennium?
Released by a strain
that rings a bell
in some far-flung zone of consciousness
Or by the cool breeze
flowing gentle and silent into the balcony
brushing my cheek
in the late hours of the insomniac night
to the accompaniment of the stirring day
The Moment
Suspended in time
of release from the known and comprehended
poised in a bizarre ambiance of freedom
confronting truth measureless
A flash of recognition
like a bolt of lightening
And then it’s gone.
The aftermath of the glimpse- - -
Where is THE word?
From Time
A moment in a millennium?
Released by a strain
that rings a bell
in some far-flung zone of consciousness
Or by the cool breeze
flowing gentle and silent into the balcony
brushing my cheek
in the late hours of the insomniac night
to the accompaniment of the stirring day
The Moment
Suspended in time
of release from the known and comprehended
poised in a bizarre ambiance of freedom
confronting truth measureless
A flash of recognition
like a bolt of lightening
And then it’s gone.
The aftermath of the glimpse- - -
Where is THE word?
3 comments:
This is it! The truth. And you captured it too from thin air. I see exciting things ahead.-:)
Like a bolt of lightning... like... like...like... it never is... and afterwards, it never will be...
Very true!! Nice words!!
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