Thursday, July 15, 2010

Windows into eternity

comes to us
flying on wings of light;
new thoughts
trace curves
like tentacles upon the brain
and neurons flow
down unaccustomed paths.

It's all a blur,
and yet,
because we realize
that blur implies
we do not try to understand
but stop,
allow the heart
to breathe a film upon the glass,
then wipe
a window
into eternity.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

Beautiful, Diane. This image reminds me of some Kathy Hastings work I was looking at yesterday.