In the timeless ground of being
The living water
Swimming with nutrient thought
Picture-filled ideas
Rises up the spine
Through the semi-conscious limbs
To spark the synapses
Of the brain
And express a new creation
In the time-slicing, exiled world
Where every hour is counted
Every minute chased
In the race to squeeze a second
Off another competitor,
The fevered brain
Analyses, assesses
Computes it’s options
Shielding it’s inner eye
While picking from the torrent of information
Rushing by.
The spine curves towards the screen
The heart wilts in the spiritual drought.
The self-defending person
Has nothing new to say
Nothing new to express.
Asleep – it is disturbed
Awake – it strains to survive
Keep it’s senses alert
Blindly seeking communion
Through an exchange of images
Before it falls back
Into the dark.
Ah – if it had only trusted,
Stopped spectating,
Thrown itself from the mythical bank
Into the stream
Where the springs of the untimed world
Of the quantum plane
Lap at the citadels of illusion
Ever creating,
Renewing the life of the world
From the boundless kingdom within
Calling the life-lonely spirit
To dance with the eternal.