. . .
I surrendered to the mystery
Absorbed in colour and symbol
Not fixated on detail or precision
But silhouette, motion and the morphing; finding;
Things are twisting, changing,
Gleaming through the veils,
What was lost
What has been created
And what is creating itself
Born of mind
Born of us
It churns,
Swirling upon the portals edge
An overworld
An under ledge
Where balance finds it’s place
And the windows resonate
The tongues
Echoing from the mouths;
Agape
To find their place
To resonate
Or dissipate
To Return to its shade
Or shining space
. . .