Monday, July 03, 2006


The Great Spirit can no more be influenced by prayer
Than truth can be expressed in words
Or the individual by generalizations about the mob
It's the threshold, ya know.

When your skin can't feel the air
And your belly doesn't growl that it's there
And that person on the street could be you
It's the threshold, ya know.

Feeling without touching
Smiling at yourself in another's eyes
Sharing without speaking, nodding without knowing
It's the threshold, ya know

The center from which all extremities vary
The curved line between yin and yang
The nexus for the exchange of energy and inspiration
It's the threshold, ya know

Still, but far from stagnant
Empty, but far from void
Invisible, but for lack of lack
Silent, but for lack of sound
You are the threshold, it knows.

1 comment:

Deb said...

Very poetic.
It is strange to see this picture.
Hope you are well.