cast your wide net of static space
across the slow motion reach of sages;
listen for the songs that are waiting for you.
watch for the gates to swing wide open:
the melodies dipping just below the surface,
choosing to drown momentarily,
like floating in reverse.
the feeling is the same,
and both bring you to the next place
which is waiting to take you into its arms.
for tjr
lunachik 