Freedon is hiding under a leaf
so easy to walk on
so easy to slip on
but how delicate
and indeed, how beautiful.
The flow of my moods,
like light and clouds over the earth,
leaves the earth unchanged
ready and eager for the newest and freshest
but always asking that I let go
and let the moods flow.
I interrupt the moods and ask, why?
Why do they flow?
Why do they flow into each other?
How is it I dare interrupt
when they flow for their own sake?
How addictive interruption is!
It is so addictive, I believe it is good for me.
I seek the powers of interruption
I am the coolest
Of interrupters.
But how I long to flow.
I flow into the piano sonata
and out into the the kangaroo;
into the song of the Currawong
until I flow into you.
Victor. |
Submission Name: Flow and Disruption.
