Art and Music – Matt Chambliss
Stillness stirs
Blackness blinks
The Universe tastes like purple
Fragrant with Blue
I hear White being broken
And the myriad songs of her children
Motion merges with spirit, Emotion Emerges
Creating the syntax of pattern
Form, word, construct, measurement
The Unthought Known arises
Aware that I awaken
I know, yet know that I do not
Separate and One at once
I am a flame ever-changing, ever the same
In the Beginning was the Word
But I am made from before the Beginning
From Whence I came and to Whence I return
Plato’s Groove
LADY-IN-WAITING
While whence births whither
Meantime the mute bystander
Unborn awaits a future
May she be most fruitful
I rather like this. I’m a bit dubious about the grammar of the final line, though.
Well darlin, I am feom before the Word afterall. 🙂