I have a limited view
so close my eyes
and am surprised
I feel this subtle wisdom
as vibrations
in all the empty spaces
words are rolling over me
I am pinned to the wall
of a life craft in choppy seas
in every pause for breath
I experience a lull
of movement
no matter
how honest or poetic or
pure the words
no matter who they fall from
I am the man gasping
for salvation, outstretched arms
ashen face. As if there is hope
just beyond my reach
I long to be still
I long for silence
to be the Unmoving
or to move with Everything
I recognise these beautiful words
and can not touch them
