NOW

Now The landscape stretches Her range out beyond sight While notably Visible along the horizon to the left and right, She moves on away Dancing Into the traveling dimensions of time Toward realms Where language has yet to be Any more than merely humming — And Any signals, any gestures of need Proceed from essence — unleashed — Feelings Fleeing being bound… To attach To Sounds’ quivering frequencies Streaming along their escape routes — always forward, outward Prime to crisscross the heavens… Passing over fears’ attempts to reign… Now, arrows fly fleetly Following The dancing landscape Toward some unknown end points Where Love outlasts all. ——————————————————- (* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)