The Wild
Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:03 pm
Golden light of infinite exposure...these are dreams, droplets and fragrances that feel so real;
Lulled by falsity... jittered nerves settled in a quiet niche by a wet fissure and the swans drift on by
As men puff on hookahs.. white palpitating smoke escapes over their safe sanctuary...and the wildfowl swim.
Those raptures of the wild, crystallized in the flapping wing of a butterfly;
Fluctuations dispersing...
Yet all I see is a singular moment which vanishes as quickly as it came;
These are the challenges one must attempt,
To behold the unfathomable
To behold the untouchable
To live truely in the moment
Is to awaken...
Lulled by falsity... jittered nerves settled in a quiet niche by a wet fissure and the swans drift on by
As men puff on hookahs.. white palpitating smoke escapes over their safe sanctuary...and the wildfowl swim.
Those raptures of the wild, crystallized in the flapping wing of a butterfly;
Fluctuations dispersing...
Yet all I see is a singular moment which vanishes as quickly as it came;
These are the challenges one must attempt,
To behold the unfathomable
To behold the untouchable
To live truely in the moment
Is to awaken...