Sunday, August 1, 2010

A whisper of imagery

in the still waters of soul
below incessant patterns of thought
the images whisper;
their scent drifts briefly into clarity
then fades or floats
to the periphery of knowing.
Their fluttering
ignites our dreams
and trips the heart
with faint rememberings
How can we capture,
focus in,
come to know and understand,
place them briefly
in a clear glass jar
and then release
before they lose
our aspirations?
In their ephemeral transcendence
our transformation lies...

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1 comment:

HisFireFly said...

"ignites our dreams
and trips the heart"

beautiful and the picture.. perfect