Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

On Off On

On Off On
 
An entity performs a ballet in our bodies
millisecond by millisecond 
keeping rhythm with symmetry
mid the ethereal and material 
its footfalls run
 
No doctrine can lead you to it
no philosophies 
no maps 
no directions 
no signs
only the loving spontaneity of this intuitive dancer
following the music 
as it slips in and out 
of fiber and aura
 
The focus is everywhere 
and the dance floor has no end
just the polished surface of infinity
in which 
if you care to look
you will see 
your own reflection

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Colin Mitchell Williams December 4, 2008 at 10:52 AM ... watching a science program about atoms Sue.. when they said.. "all atoms are continually blinking in and out of existence, one minute they exist and the next they don't" except it happens in fractions of milliseconds sorts of minutes.... and this image just blew me away... and then I could see this whole rhythm to it, like breathing in and out, and pulsars, and the breath of Brahma, and existence and death, and life... and where do they bloody well go when they are not on but off ?????????

Kristin Reynolds December 3, 2008 at 12:21 PM This was really awesome, i love the imagry and truth held within, love the last especially. love, Kristin

John Loving Iii December 3, 2008 at 11:46 AM intresting use of words. and feelings for dancing; when that certian song comes on like remember "Rumors" everybody hit the dance floor. thats my sllipping in and out. john

Sue Mason December 2, 2008 at 4:41 PM Awesome write here, Colin. You've painted a picture of lots of dancing atoms ... smile ... as we are surely all one shimmering picture. Great writing!!

Barbara Gorelick December 2, 2008 at 3:32 PM Really nice piece. I especially like the last 3 lines..nice way to end the piece. BG

Michael Torres December 2, 2008 at 2:24 PM Colin this is following he music with its mysterious hold on us bringing out rythum and gyrations that we oose ouselves in the music. Your talent shines in this one. I can recall that endless floor and being controlled by that being that you write about inside brought out by the beat and melody in me. Itcaptivates you and takes control. Very nicewrite Michael