Paul Thomson Poet Rhyme

Streaming

Streaming

I cannot chose to enter into the stream
Any more than select my night's dream,
But when swept into its generative storm,
Where earthly imaginings under perform:

Then - only - does the inner eye awaken
 to Black Elk's "Sacred Way"
Of seeing, or one can dance in the "still point"
 of Eliot's creative sway.
Yet all stirrings emanate from the primal swirl
 of quantum motions;
Ever moving, always fleeting, arising here,
 then there, as revelations. 

Copyright 2016 Paul Thomson

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Bj Legros Kelley July 7, 2021 at 1:08 AM Paul, this is an excellent write. Thank you for suggesting my visit to read it. I remember reading it around February, I thought I commented, but I must have been sidetracked somehow. This is an incredible write!