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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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