IN THE DANCE TO BECOMING

Every wave of light and sound

Dances through the wakening ground

Creates a violin than a bow

To manifest the music’s flow

 

Alienated in a dream

Of frozen matter’s desperate scream

Fighting for each empty  gain

In vain attempt to break the chain

 

Of sense linked to external form

That analysis’s every dawn –

Like trying to pin down the dance

Of butterflies upon a lance

 

This patriarchal paradigm

Worshipping a god of time

This ego fight to rule the three

Dimensions of it’s agony

 

Can never cauterise the flow

Of energy that moves the bow.

Inside this hologram of now

We only breathe

The why and how.

Each apart and each a whole

A verse sung in an opening scroll

Of star and photon, soul and seed

In live dimensions of it’s need