When i go
to give voice to the awe,
there’s a place that exists that enfolds an abyss.
It’s always not far,
flees from my grasp, ’til finally i know that i’ve stepped through a door.
The mind is expansive yet limited still. It simply can’t frame things that grasp outer stars.
as i experience the surge and the bloom, i find themes unfolding as beauty sings parts.
The moment’s explosive,
and everything’s still,
while merely by breathing
i twist in my will.
Open is crazy and safe is behind, as i meld with One who’s made beauty defined.
simply no words,
and boxes are gone,
finite is bound between sense and the mind.
is so easy
when Spirit’s set free in a heart that’s not steel.
Author – Bill Tidsbury