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
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2021
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